"What?"
What is this? First, Alva then Dustan... and now, Litch too? Just how 'irresistible' am I?
"I wish to be your confidant." Litch added, stepping closer to me.
"E-even if you say that..." I stepped back, cautious.
"I know it may seem out of the blue, but I believe you to be my Master."
"What are you—?"
"I was born with red hair, which seemed to have faded as I grew up. However, in my family, those who were born with red hair are meant to serve people with red eyes. After hearing about your splendor, I came here in search of you. All I want—"
"Hold on. Your story is starting to sound like fiction." I cut him off.
At my words, Litch paused. And then, a mischievous grin replaced his despondent mood.
"I thought you were the type to be quite taken by prophesies and here-say. Seems I misread you." Litch stepped back, chuckling to himself.
