Sylvia clenched her fists. “What do you mean by handling this?” 0

Raviel calmly replied, “Here’s a summary of our issues: I hurt you. I apologized in an attempt to lessen the wound, but it’s difficult to heal the wound with just one apology. Even now, your wound probably hasn’t healed yet.”0

“Well, when you say it like that, it makes me seem really petty. Okay, what then?”1

Raviel raised three fingers. “We have three options. The first is for me to suffer until you can relieve yourself from your wound.”0

I clenched my fists. Raviel glanced at me before looking at Sylvia again. 0

“But that cannot be done. My suffering doesn’t involve just me. It brings down too many things that depend on me. In the past, it was the well-being of the empire, and now, the happiness of my lover has been added to the list. This is why I simply cannot grant this. More than anything, your butler has already proven by giving his all that you cannot become happy this way.”0

Sylvia stared down at the ground. The story about her butler would always remain within her as a debt...0