Since it had come to this, he couldn’t ignore it. As he had always done, Thesilid decided to let himself be drawn into the rules of the Seven Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins.
He showed kindness without meaning it.
“Do you have business with me, Your Highness the Former Prince?”
“…”
The platinum-haired royal, who stood on the boundary between boyhood and youth, took a deep breath. Then, forcing a smile onto his tearful face, he said,
“As expected, you don’t call me Riga.”
“…”
“It’s okay. Still, you turned around when I called you ‘hyung’… that’s enough.”
He said it as if trying to convince himself that it was enough, though his face clearly showed it wasn’t.
The one who had been so vicious in another timeline was now acting as if begging for even a single word, a fragment of an expression, or a sliver of a glance from Thesilid.
Thesilid still couldn’t adjust to this disparity. Nor did he have any intention of doing…