Wait. Itâs harmful to my heart because that face is facing this way at a very close distance. All over again, I realize that Iâm weak against his face. Feeling a moment of danger, I hurriedly backed away and continued.
âAre you not on good terms with your colleagues?â
As I took a step away, Dante, who had taken that much forward step, hesitated.
ââŠWhy do you think so?â
âYour expression hardens when youâre with your colleagues.â
Itâs like what Iâve heard so far, and it doesnât seem like thereâs a camaraderie that usually comes to mind when one thinks of their colleagues. Rather, it was closer to the feeling that the people of the contingent were unilaterally reluctant to Dante.
What if that was because of some previous conflict with Dante?
Well, that doesnât mean I can imagine him and them getting along, butâŠ
While I continued to think, Dante, who paused for a while, answered.
âItâs not that weâre not on good terms.â
âReally?â
What is it, why are you looking at me? What else do you want to say?
âItâs not that my expression becomes like that because we donât get along, itâs just⊠as long as Iâm with other people, my expression hardens.â
âWhat? Ah, so thatâs just your basic expression?â
âMm.â
To think that such a cold face is seen even though itâs not that theyâre not on good terms. Iâm sure it wasnât like that before. In any case, judging objectively, I could count on my hands the number of times Iâve seen Danteâs expressionless face. Because he was busy laughing in front of me.
Danteâs eyes turned, as if trying to avoid my gaze. A reaction as if he was caught doing something he didnât want to be caught. I bet he didnât know I could recognize his expression.
Well, actually, it doesnât matter.
âSo you didnât fight?â
âMm.â
âYeah, if you didnât fight, thatâs enough.â
Danteâs eyes widened at my words.
âArenât you saying anything?â
âWhat do I have to say? I donât intend to bet on every single one of your expressions.â
In a similar vein, my expression isnât criticized. When I roughly waved my hand, Dante, who had a dazed expression for a moment, smiled broadly.
âI thought you would tell me not to do that.â
âNo, your expression is your freedom.â
âYou seem to have become quite friendly with the people there. I thought you would tell me to be kind.â
âBecause a cold face isnât rude⊠Iâm not saying you should just tell them to leave, Dante.â
Saying that, he lightly frowned, and Dante let out a small laugh.
It took a while for his expression to naturally relax at the sound of laughter.
âWere you worried that I might have had a fight with them?â
âYeah, I was worried.â
Danteâs question raised my eyebrows once again. Really, I was worried that they might have been unilaterally beaten by Dante. If so, I wondered if I should apologize in his stead.
Whether he knew what I was thinking or not, Danteâs smile grew even brighter when he heard those words.
âThatâs why youâre probably the only one who cares about me.â
âI donât think this one should be concerning you⊠Ugh, enough.â
Just listen to whatever you want to. As I added that, I sighed, and I heard his laugh once more. It was the sound of laughter that echoed right nearby, as if he had taken another step before I knew it.
And the warmth that surrounded me as if it were natural.
I said as I obediently embraced Dante.
âDonât fight again.â
âYes, I will never fight.â
âReally?â
âMm.â
Great. In response, I nodded his head in satisfaction, and stretched out his arm to hug Dante.
***
You say you donât fight, you liar.
***
K4.
Kadeâs encounter with the Master of the Magic Tower was purely accidental.
Right before the stairs, at the end of the hallway. It was all that their eyes met for a moment as they passed by, but Kade quickly noticed that the atmosphere of the Master of the Magic Tower had changed. It still looked cold, yet somehow it seemed that a certain corner had softened.
And only one person comes to mind in that change.
One day, the brown eyes that looked over the horizon and the back of someone standing with their back to him flashed in front of his eyes.
And her face when she said she was glad that the Master of the Magic Tower recognized her at once.
âMaster of the Magic Tower.â
Opening his mouth and calling the opponent was an act of impulse.
Pause. The Master of the Magic Tower, passing by, stopped his steps, and their eyes immediately met.
âCan I ask you something?â
ââŠâ
The cold eyes didnât go anywhere because the atmosphere had softened a little, yet Kade didnât mind.
If he was going to lose his spirits at that appearance, he wouldnât have fought near the Master of the Magic Tower during the war, and he wouldnât have called him like this.
Only Kadeâs voice echoed in the quiet space.
âEi said that she knew that you were the Master of the Magic Tower through someone elseâs mouth.â
As expected. As soon as Eiâs name came out, the Master of the Magic Towerâs expression hardened visibly.
âAnd now you know that even if Ei dies, she doesnât die. Is that correct?â
âWhat do you want to say?â
The strangely stiff atmosphere quickly began to cool down. But like before, Kade didnât stop talking.
He was originally someone who didnât care about other peopleâs feelings, and now he wasnât even looking at them.
âIâm just a little curious.â
If he had cared about other peopleâs feelings, he wouldnât have said this in the first place.
The words he was saying now didnât just stem from his doubts. Asking questions so aggressively started with negative feelings that even Kade himself couldnât figure out.
There are two people he canât quite understand, and whenever he sees them, he feels down for no reason.
Kade couldnât stand things he couldnât understand. Much less so, even if itâs himself.
His silver eyes were faintly frowning as he gazed at the Master of the Magic Tower.
âHow can married couples not know each other that much?â
Half of it was a tone of sincere incomprehension, and the other was a tone of sarcasm.
In a good way, it was a direct question, and in a bad way, it was a fight. If it was him, he would certainly not have asked the Master of the Magic Tower such a question.
Yes, if it was the usual him.
It wasnât until after he spit out that question, and after hearing the question change that the Master of the Magic Towerâs expression changed, that from the moment Kade entered the Magic Tower, he admitted that he wasnât in a good mood.
As if following a prickly temper, his tone, which wasnât originally friendly, jumped out more sharply.
âEven if itâs true that you didnât tell her that youâre the Master of the Magic Tower, the result of not being told that she wouldnât die was quite significant. You know that best.â
ââŠâ
There was no answer coming back.
However, it didnât matter because he didnât expect it in the first place. It was more like a resentment of sorts.
âDid you ask why she didnât tell you earlier?â
The attitude as if one clearly knew that he didnât. Even in the midst of that, the Master of the Magic Towerâs silence continued.
Kade had already noticed that he was meaninglessly getting on oneâs nerves. Clearly, what he was talking about was their own problem, and it was the kind of thing Kade couldnât get involved with. His common sense already thought that he might have crossed the line.
He didnât want to stop, thus he didnât.
âEven if you know that the other person is indifferent enough not to tell you that.â
Kade nodded and tilted his head. The slightly frowning expression was already distorted enough to fill the entire face.
âAre you willing to continue loving that person?â
The moment that one word fell like a knife blade.
With a thick shadow cast, the gaze of the Master of the Magic Tower, which was facing the floor, turned to him.
âYou⊠â
Paradoxically, he felt funny at the brutality that seemed to be clamping down on his surroundings.
Certainly his reaction is more intense this way.
It was distinctly different from the other side, where she didnât show off even when she was in a bad mood.
âHow dare you.â
A short yet clear voice.
As soon as he realized that the Master of the Magic Tower was angry, a loud roar rang out.