The Demon at the next table quickly caught their attention, except for Miss Tia, who was still looking down and weeping, while the other Demons all looked toward this white Demon who appeared quite gentle.
His movements were unhurried, standing on the wooden terrace with a calm composure.
"Loving an important other as you love yourself... is very good,"
he approached, his voice soft, still with that easygoing air, holding a glass of fresh grape juice in his hand,
"But when you're ready to sacrifice yourself, you'll also unconsciously become more likely to sacrifice the other party."
The white Demon tipped his glass as if toasting them.
"So what should I do?"
Miss Tia didn't know why, but she found herself instinctively responding to the neighboring table's stranger, a gentleman of the Demon Race.
