“I wonder what his problem is?” Noir asked herself.0

After dropping Eugene and his group off at their rooms in the tower, Noir immediately departed from Giabella Castle.0

She had been tempted to head in with them and spend more time with Eugene, but since Eugene’s condition seemed a bit different from usual, Noir also had no choice but to give up on that plan.0

“At least he still has the same level of killing intent. Well, indeed, there should be nothing that would change his murderous intent towards me,” Noir muttered as she sat down in a plush chair.2

Was it because of the dream she had shown him last time? It was true that Noir had provided him with a lot of information about Ravesta and Vermouth. However, such a favor wouldn’t be enough to erase Hamel’s acute killing intent. In fact, even now, Hamel still showed as much hatred for and desire to kill Noir as he always had.2

But it could also have left Hamel feeling a little doubtful of their enmity. Noir could understand why that might be the case. In the end, the man she loved was only human after all, so he might not be able to understand right away how Noir thought as a demonfolk.0

—You don’t want me to hate you. Having received help from you several times, you… want me to accept you, or perhaps join hands with you to fight against the Demon King of Incarceration together—5

She hadn’t even bothered to let him finish speaking. Such words weren’t worth listening to in the slightest. From Noir’s perspective, Hamel’s words seemed incredibly cute. Of course, Noir didn’t want any of that.0

While Hamel just wanted to kill Noir, Noir actually had two things that she desired:1

To die at Hamel’s hands.2

Or to kill Hamel, who had failed to kill me.3

Noir hoped that Hamel would hate her so much that he dreamed of killing her. She hoped that he would hate her more than anyone else in the world. She hoped that he would one day stand in front of her, armed with his pure and upright killing intent. She hoped that he would give it everything that he had in order to kill her.8

But she would also be pleased if he felt a slight hesitation at the very last mo...1