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What kind of person would want to kill someone they loved, and not even care about the pain they would go through? That kind of twisted 'affection' was clearly an illness, as far as Noelle was concerned, and didn't even deserve to be labeled as love, even the sick kind.
Emilia didn't seem to care about it nearly as much as she should, perhaps, but understanding their concerns, she still smiled. "Alright, alright, I get it. You were all trying to protect me, so I won't care about these things anymore."
Of course, a big part of the reason she forgave them so quickly stemmed from the fact that the crimson-haired girl didn't feel that she had been lied to from the start.
At most, her girlfriends just didn't want to take the initiative to expose her to such unpleasant things.
