Picking and choosing, only beauty remained.
By binding herself to Roland in matrimony and capturing his heart, transforming herself into a collar that bound the heir of the consortium—this was the mission secretly bestowed upon Minerva.
Mission, impulse. The two intertwined and twisted together, creating a tangible pressure. Unconsciously, a restlessness and guilt, as if being driven and accused by something, were born, tormenting her heart and spurring her to stay with Roland or to watch him from afar.
For this reason, she had, as if possessed, overheard that conversation and then been discovered by God's envoy's avatar.
"What do you think, Princess?"
Without turning back, the other party had confirmed her existence and identity. Realizing that hiding was pointless, Minerva boldly stepped forward.
"What… do you think?"
Confused, she questioned in return, watching the little three-headed figure turn around to face her.
So beautiful.
