Grey sighed. This woman was too weak, emotionally fragile and meek. How could she possibly survive in such a cruel world?
But then again, she had been a Mythic Grimoire for thousands of years, living with only minimal interaction. Perhaps it was natural for every mythical grimoire to lose their sanity over time, developing strange quirks, just like Kurogane before him.
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed true: every single Mythic Grimoire might be crazy to some degree.
'Welp, no use thinking about it now.' He sighed and gently wiped away Kurogane's tears before speaking softly. "Tell me, how do I take this trial?"
"Yes, dear," Kurogane replied sweetly, her face lighting up with a bright smile.
He looked at her bright smile and instinctively leaned forward. To his surprise, she leaned forward at the same time.
Their lips met, softly, gently, as they exchanged light pecks.
