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Knock, knock

Lelia, who was standing by the window, turned her head at the sound of knocking on the door.

When she told the person to come in with little energy left in her voice, it was Griffith who opened the door and appeared before her.

When he saw his friend's face full of worries, he felt emotional. Lelia looked at the window for a moment and stared at Griffith again.

At the moment she turned her head, she couldn't see Griffith's expression distorted.

"Lelia."

"...Good morning, Griffith."

Coming up to the window, he turned his head lightly and looked around.

"Where is Oscar?"

"...I woke up in the morning and I couldn't find him."

Lelia hesitated and opened the shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders.

Griffith stared at the back of her covered neck.

It was not difficult to guess the condition of the covered skin.

It was full of bloody marks given by Oscar.

His stomach twisted.

She seemed to have forgiven him after hearing everything.

So easily...?

He was dejected and felt funny.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of surprise. It was the same feeling as last time when he carefully made the alchemy drug that was taken away.

Griffith was resentful of Lelia.

Why are you so merciful only to Oscar?

Was it because he was a fool who cried with seizures whenever he had time?

Or because he was a rebel who had no choice but to kill his parents?

'Then if I kill my parents, lose everything in the world, and only have you left in this world...'

'Then you and I...'

He barely suppressed the resentment and anger that came up from the inside.

Griffith managed to resist the destructive impulse and asked her.

"Did you hear from Oscar?"

"...Did you know that?"

"I didn't know the details."

He was curious from the bottom of his heart but tried to stay calm.

He wanted to remove the shawl she barely held with her thin arms and forcibly take off her clothes to check.

He clasped my resisting arm and wanted to cover her mouth.

Overlaying the traces of Oscar's mark, recklessly taking her body, and greedily-

"Griffith?"

"Yes, Lelia."

"Are you okay?"

"You look pale."

"..."

Lelia approached carefully and looked at his complexion. She gently touched his hair covering his forehead to measure his body temperature.

'I don't think you have a fever.'

Griffith didn't look so good. He looked pale and about to collapse immediately.

"Yes, Lelia."

"..."

Griffith pulled Lelia's hand on his forehead and rubbed his cheek over her small palm.