Azier was tired after all the fun he had with Yrsula, as well as from all the mana he lost when he failed to light up the first few orbs. Yet somehow, he couldn't sleep. His eyes searched the canopy on his bead for answers as his flower's words danced in his ears.
'I love you'.
Had she meant it - or had it just been a fanfare of lust and pleasure?
More importantly - did it matter either way? He had already promised to keep his heart closed off and locked away. Even if he felt guilt and a little pity for her, he certainly hadn't fallen in love with her....right?
