"Isabel… do you like Aiwass?"
Shafiya asked seriously.
For the first time, Shafiya did not address Isabel with her title of Highness.
Because at that moment, she regarded Isabel as her junior… even as her child.
Isabel also keenly sensed this change.
She gently closed her eyes, caressed her chest, and whispered with closed eyes, "Yes."
Memories of the past flowed through Isabel's heart, each thought warming her from the inside.
"When… did it start?"
Shafiya asked softly.
Hearing this, Isabel hesitated slightly, widening her eyes.
…Indeed.
When had she started to like Aiwass…?
Was it when he rescued her from the control of the succubus? Was it when he helped her through the tough time of her grandmother's death?
Was it because he had solved the Death Curse that plagued the royal family for over a decade?
Or was it because he changed her personality, helping her make friends…
…No, it was none of these.
Isabel remembered the Demonic Painting she had painted for Aiwass.
