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Chapter 125 - Festival of the Dark Fenrir Absorption of the Nor-dwarves

"Please don't say it like I kissed you before!" I barked out at Dearth. "And what's with this sudden obsession with kissing?!"

"It's... uh... how death gods greet each other and say goodbye now. Yeah! It's a new trend."

I know you're not a real god, Dearth.

Good grief. To each their own, I suppose.

Still, kissing is kinda... embarrassing.

And from what I've noticed, it's something humans only do with the people they're in love with.

Wait a second... does Dearth love me...?

I glanced at her.

Well, it won't hurt to ask. I guess.

"Dearth, do you... love me?"

Only after the words had left my mouth did I realize how embarrassingly awkward they sounded.

But I had to keep up appearances! I—I'm a great Dark Fenrir, after all.

Dearth's eyes widened for a heartbeat, then she slowly turned her back to me.

"You're getting full of yourself, you domesticated, vile animal."

Honestly, I expected her to say something like that. But... why does it still sting so much?

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