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"I... love you, so at the very least, let it be by Your Majesty's hand..."

The youth, while being held by the neck, said something I couldn't quite understand.

"If you do... then, just a little..."

Me? Loves me? Why?

"Hate me, despise me, and ki...ll me... otherwise..."
The youth placed both hands on my arm, tears overflowing.

"Because Your Majesty will... probably forget all about me soon anyway."

What in the world was this person saying?
There's no way I'd remember some ruffian I killed forever.

No, in the first place... so what if I did remember?
Why were they so fixated on that?

And to begin with... why did they say they loved me?
I didn't understand. I just couldn't understand.

Hesitation... weighed down my body, my judgment.