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, her intense emotions had slightly thawed.
Thus, she could conveniently and gently clean and wrap up this messy predicament.

“… … I understand that—that Sir Akkard hates desperate women who hang on to him.
So I will never love you.”

It was odd.
Ever since Akkard found out that he was the first to sleep with Damia Primula, he was paranoid she would chase him.

So the moment he heard her words, it was, of course, that he should be deeply relieved in his heart.

He should have been—must have been… … But as soon as those words came out of Damia’s mouth, his heart sank.

It felt like being thrown into a frozen abyss hollow with no bottom in sight.
Akkard felt so dismally miserable that there seemed to be no possibility or end in sight with this terrifying feeling of a cold plunge.

All he wanted to do was cover Damia’s mouth.
Instead, more pointed words flowed from those pretty lips, mutilating and mangling him in tatters.

However, unaware of this, Damia cruelly pierced him with a final blow.

“We are just sex partners.
It has always been, and it will never be any more.
Forever.”

So don’t worry, Damia’s smile seemed to say as if to relieve his mood.

It was an innocent smile as pure as a poisonous daffodil.
Akkard, infected by the deadly poison, had no choice but to stare blankly at her smile.

Even at the instant of cruelty, Damia’s smiling countenance was terribly beautiful.
But Akkard couldn’t bring himself to smile along to match her mood.

He felt like something was about to explode inside him at any moment.

“Damia? …And Sir Akkard.”

Lessid, who returned just in time, looked at them, puzzled.
Thanks to this, Akkard was able to avoid being caught collapsing.

“What brings you to my room so early in the morning?”

As Lessid asked, in his hand were two letters.
Apparently, he had been away to pick them up.

“I have something to tell you.
So it’s great you two are already here.”

Ignorant of the heated argument that had just occurred, he looked at Akkard suspiciously.
His gaze seemed to ask if he had done something to Damia again.

“Hmm.
Shall we go inside and talk?”

“Yes.”

Damia, wanting to escape just moments before, nodded brightly.
She had been here since morning in the first place to talk to Lessid.

‘Sir Akkard should understand by now.’

Never in her wildest dreams did Damia think that he would have been hurt.
No, she didn’t really care whether he was hurt or not.
Regardless, she would have done the same.

“Then, I’ll go in first.”

Since she received the room owner’s permission, Damia turned and went inside.
Then Lessid followed her.

Left alone, Akkard bit his lip.
Thanks to Lessid’s appearance and subsequent interruption, it was fortuitous that the embankment of his emotions did not burst out.

That didn’t solve his crisis, though.
His brain was numb and dizzy as if it had been disfigured, and his heart felt a bitter agony as if it had rolled on a thorny road.

“… … Shit.”

A low swear word escaped from between his bitten, blood-soaked lips.

Everything was a mess.
Just because of that little girl.