"Did you two grow up together?" Catherine asked curiously, "I never heard you mention it."
"There's nothing to say, I didn't even like him back then," Freya said candidly, "We hadn't seen each other for years, keeping in touch merely as ordinary friends."
"Oh~~~, a romantic relationship between pen pals then," Catherine said, with an expression as if she understood it all, "Well, this is indeed a rare successful case."
"That's not true at all," Freya's voice was filled with petulance, enough to paint a vivid picture in the listener's mind of a petulant young maiden stomping her foot, "We were just regular friends."
"And then?" Catherine inquired, "How did you become lovers?"
"You know, I've always wanted to seek a real love," Freya spoke tranquilly, "In my heart, love should be a bittersweet memory, an intoxicating dream that you refuse to wake up from, real love should..."
"Thump," the sound of a staff striking heavily.
