Simply subjectivizing what you can have, destroying what you cannot have, and searching for the next target.
Abella was the only person Arsene couldnât have and at the same time couldnât destroy. It was because there were many guards in hell protecting Abella, and he was aware of it himself.
If Abella was completely lost, even Arsene wouldnât be able to survive.
So Arsene had no choice. For Arsene, who lives inside a monster that he cannot control himself.
He has no choice but to leave
However, it may not be in the form Cade wants. He had no intention of carrying an annoying hump on his back like Lyla.
Lylaâs feelings are hers. Arsene thought coldly.
He didnât expect it to be sweet, but he never thought it would be so bleak.
Abella said nothing throughout the meal. Though he was rather happy that she has a looser face and better complexion than when she was in the mansion.
Enoch took a sip of the water.
He couldnât say anything, because if he said anything, Abellaâs poise and calm would be shattered. It was when Enoch was spying on Abella, as she continued her meal, not knowing what the taste of the food was like.
Abella, who had been quietly eating her meal for a while, burst into laughter.
What did he say now? Enoch smiled awkwardly.
âAhâŠâŠ. No, Enoch. Just because itâs funny. What is your fault that you were dragged by me to eat this uncomfortable meal? And what did I do to you?â
Abella shook her head. As she leaves Timurâs misty area, her mind seems to be clearing up. Abellaâs transparent purple eyes reflected the light and gave off a lustrous luster.
âEat comfortably, Enoch. Because I think Iâm fine now.â
âReally. Is there some kind of magic on Timur? I couldnât even come to my senses, but Iâm a little better now.â
Perhaps it was because Abella was far from her misfortune and despair. Abella chewed her food, slightly with a face regaining her composure.
â⊠⊠Seeing you smile like that makes me a little relieved. Itâs like when I was in Vincent.â
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Enoch started eating, which he couldnât do properly at that time. It felt like a taste of food he had never felt before.
âVincent? Maybe it was better then. At least it was fun.â
âBut you said you wouldnât go to Vincent.â
âI have already been exposed.â
Abella said lightly. Then she said with a smile.
âI have to run away to a place no one knows about. But if I go to Vincent, anyone can come and find me.â
ââŠâŠ Clemington is fine too. Iâm not asking you to come with me.â
Enoch waved his hand. Abella glanced at the corners of his reddened cheeks and shook her head without saying a word.
âIf you go to Clemington, no one will chase youâŠâŠ. Crossing the border is an easy task. Especially those of great status.â
âIf you think that way, maybe Clemington will be fine. What kind of place is your hometown?â
âIt has the sea on three sides. So, wherever you go, there is a salty fish market. When you come to Clemington, you must try the seafood. They cook freshly caught fish on the spot.â
Abella listened to Enochâs story indifferently.
Enoch was a man with a hometown and a place to return to to tell stories like that. Even the envious her felt miserable and pitiful. However, instead of expressing her thoughts, Abella just kept her usual expression.
âSeafood? I want to eat it too.â
âThere is a restaurant specializing in shrimp dishes. When I go there, even the chef recognizes me. Itâs near the capital and the taste is really good. And when you walk on the beach, there is a place where you see a white sandy beach, and the sparkling sand is really worth seeing.â
Like how Enoch holds a candy, he tells stories of the things he loves. While Abella continued her meal.
Enoch was in love with Clemington. The food in Clemington, the people he can meet there, and many more.
It was a sentiment Abella had never had before. If people were to ask if she loves TimurâŠâŠ.
Rather, it would be correct to say that she was scratched to the bottom of her emotions.
She never thought she would be so envious of someoneâs mediocrity.
When Abella finished her meal, Enochâs plate was only half empty. Abella glanced at it and listened.
Abella felt like she was being normal as she was listening to Enochâs story. It was as if she had just dreamed of being in Timur.