Asmodeus clasped the hand of Ciela. He could feel her worry, shame and embarrassment as they trembled in his fingertips. "Don't worry, I will protect you, Ciela."
"Mm... but what if he insults you, because of me?" Ciela's hand tightened back. Her lovely eyes narrowed with a wet surface as she leaned gently against his shoulder. "You are too important to me that I can't bare to hear him insult you."
'Such a wonderful woman... is this what she wanted to say all this time? I am very lucky.'
"I feel the same, Ciela to me, you are the most beautiful and pure elf that exists in this world."
The moment she heard his words, Ciela gasped, her lips opening wide. "Thank you..." Though her voice became quiet, the meaning of his words caused Ciela's chest to flutter. A loud thud echoed inside as her heart pounded wildly.
Those words meant more than the most epic poem of love to Ciela.
