Delia's pov
I was wrong. I thought in my heart.
How could Kral have such gentle and watery eyes? It was the cold gleam of ambition, like a drawn sword. It's just that his gaze was wrapped in a dreamlike atmosphere, using enticing chips like sugar in an attempt to make me yield.
Just like now, he took a small box out of his black robe, holding it in front of me. Then, one of his hands seemingly casually rested on my shoulder, using an irresistible tone, he said, "Open it, Delia."
