But Christine mistakenly thought that in his heart she held the same status as his beloved wives.
It truly was a beautiful misunderstanding.
Though it was a misunderstanding, Roland wouldn't explain.
How could he possibly explain, directly saying don't get me wrong, you're much worse than my wife?
The words aren't wrong, but saying it outright is a bit foolish.
Fortunately, Christine is the Pope, the future Goddess of Light he plans to support, insulated from emotions; let's consider those previous words an accident.
Roland didn't continue the topic, but instead bid farewell to Christine.
Christine suddenly grasped his shoulder and softly said, "Close your eyes."
Wait, what is she planning to do?
Roland felt inexplicably uneasy, but he trusted Christine wouldn't hurt him, so he obediently closed his eyes.
A pain inexplicably came from his left arm, and he couldn't help but open his eyes to look, only to see several wounds on his left wrist, revealing fine tooth marks.
