I let go of Camila's chest and gently placed them down so that the curry didn't spill anywhere, and I took a step to bring a plate to show her that I wasn't joking.
But Camila didn't seem to want me to do so and quickly held me back in the same place, and said in a desperate manner, still feeling sorry that I was going through such eating habits,
"N-No, Kafka...You don't have to prove such a thing to me, as I already saw you scraping everything off the plates, and I know that you wouldn't lie to me about such things since you're the most genuine person that I've ever met who's straightforward about everything you do and say."
It hurt to hear Camila praising me so much when I had lied to her so many times and had honestly built our relationship on a bunch of lies, but there was nothing I could do about it as it was all for the sake of the missions that were given to me from above, and I steeled my heart using my life that was on the line as an excuse.
