> If it'll make him smile on his birthday, then she's happy to do so.

> hair behind her ear before leaning over to take a sip of his drink.

❝Thank you very much, Lord Phainon. It's very delicious.❞

> ❝Different... Perhaps because we're not in our regular attire? If that's the case, I suppose I understand what you mean.❞

Despite being subtle, the Deliverer seemed to catch onto her quick glance. Turning down his kind offer would be impolite.

With a graceful motion, she tucked a strand of >

> in surprise as she processed the unexpected compliment. It would be more appropriate for Lady Aglaea, no?

❝Will this do?❞

> ease, I can continue to talk with you. I'm not the best at conversation, though.❞

She should probably ask the most important question first.

❝Do you have a destination in mind, Allen? Is there anything you're looking for?❞

> was merely putting your safety first.

My hands carry out the fated duty of parting. If you get too close, you'll fall asleep amid the warm embrace of flowers.❞

> to smile. Even if it was just a small one.

❝I hope my realm can one day become the fragrant bed where you will fall asleep... I promise I'll do my best until then, Lord Phainon.❞

> one wish, it would be to see him again. Castorice yearned to feel his warm embrace for the first and last time. It was an impossible dream, but she still held that hope in her heart.

The Servant of Death shook her head, a bittersweet smile on her lips. Knowing him, the Deliverer would want her >

> eyes and began to trickle down her cheek. She understood that the Deliverer would never be able to answer her message.

❝Huh...?❞

She touched her wet cheek, startled by the tears. Once they started, she couldn't seem to stop them from flowing. It was like a dam broke.

If she had >

> careful, too. It shouldn't fall entirely on you.❞

Eh? Does Phainon want to touch her? That would come as a complete shock...

❝Ah, I suppose I can't really do that... The chocolate will melt eventually.❞