“Khm, ahem! That’s enough. Don’t pry any further.”0

Albion awkwardly cleared her throat, realizing she had somehow ended up telling the story of her first love. As a Dragon, she was used to awe and reverence from other races, yet the eyes watching her now were warm and gentle instead.0

Elahan had clasped both hands together and was sparkling with excitement over the “romance” of the Holy King. Karen couldn’t stop grinning either, her lips twitching uncontrollably. The majestic presence Albion had shown at their first meeting had melted away, replaced by something shy and youthful, and the tension in the room unraveled.0

Only Leon looked at her with sympathy. Of all people, she had to pick this hopeless jackass…1

Although El-Cid only carried a fragment of Rodrick’s soul, the Holy Sword perfectly replicated the original’s personality; Leon couldn’t imagine Albion having any flower-adorned future with Rodrick even if they reunited. Their compatibility was catastrophically bad.0

A dragon who only knows how to look down on others and cannot express her own feelings, and a genius so overwhelmingly capable that he can’t empathize with anyone or even notice their emotions, Leon thought about their characters.0

Rodrick and...0