Our golden gazes locked in midair.
The girl could not open her mouth for quite some time.
Her lips parted as though she meant to speak, only to close again.
How many times did she repeat that?
A bitter smile appeared on her lips.
It formed such an ambiguous curve that I could not tell whether it was a sneer or something else entirely.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“You said Celine has to die. For Celine’s sake.”
Surprisingly, my voice remained perfectly calm.
Even I had been startled by the subject I had abruptly brought up, yet not the slightest trace of that agitation could be heard in my voice.
I felt relieved inwardly.
At least my confused emotions were not showing.
“Do you want the same thing? If I ever had the opportunity, would you want me to kill you instead of saving you?”
“Now you’re even worrying about how I’ll meet my end? How sweet of you, Oppa…….”
That was the answer that came back to my impassive question.
Her tone was closer to mockery or sarcasm, as if I had proposed some impossible hypothetical that could never come true.
Was it because she was still certain of victory?
Or perhaps the very idea of me agonizing over whether to save her was simply inconceivable to her.
After all, even I felt that way.
I imagined a…