"You'll understand when you're my age,"
Rosen's expression was quite serious.
"For my 'her,' I wouldn't say that before me is An Su Moningsta, even if it were a dragon's lair or a tiger's den, I would still charge through!"
Which 'her'?
Darn it, Priest Paxi felt utterly confounded; his nephew had only been out of sight for a few days, so how had he become like this...
But then he saw in the depths of Rosen's eyes a will full of determination, an unstoppable persistence, a vigor brimming with ambition. Those amber eyes were so vivid and emotionally rich that Priest Paxi even saw in them a faint sadness and infatuation.
Priest Paxi seemed to understand something.
He assumed an expression of someone who was about to hear some juicy gossip.
His nephew was in the prime of his youth, and all these years, he had adhered strictly to the Order's discipline, having never been in love. He had fallen in love.
Once he had fallen, he became completely obsessed.
