"Well, that was disappointing..."
Evelina sighed, pouting and pinching the bridge of her nose.
She was less interested in Julius's sudden improvement in close-range combat and more focused on the fact that the Owl was weaker than she had initially thought.
"You aren't concerned?"
I asked, normally, seeing the lover of your rival get stupidly strong would be a cause of worry. For Evelina's case, that was the norm.
But...
"Why would I be? I have you, don't I?"
She expressed herself with a wicked smile, giving me a peck on my cheeks.
Her comforting words were enough to make me feel like I've been stabbed straight in the heart.
"Y-Your right... he got better in close-range fighting, but when it came to me—"
"He doesn't stand a chance."
I laughed when she finished my sentence for me, but now there was another thing... what were we supposed to do now?
"Would you like me to save him?"
"No... he's way too weak and impulsive to be useful."
