That sweet voice coupled with Violet's gentle tone.
In that instant, the heart of this wily old fox, after being solitary for many years, melted like a million-year-old iceberg.
What's more important is that she was lightly supporting his arm.
It felt as if a goddess had brought down the holy light to raise up a wounded warrior.
In that moment, the thought of marriage that arose in his heart made him feel as if the woman before him was his gentle wife.
But this was just an illusion.
Once the illusion passed, he woke up immediately and Violet, who felt quite sickened, promptly let go of his hand.
Both had taken a step back from each other at the same time.
Realising his overstepping, I quickly went back to my serious demeanor, stern as a monster guarding the gate.
The captain of the guard carefully swallowed, then slowly erased the illusion from his mind.
All of it was incorrect.
Why would such a thing exist?
