"Oh damn..."
[Heh… See? It was all thanks to my Blessing of Beauty. You finally let your heart feel something real, and look what happened. The mark appeared. Your left eye changed color. You're even more beautiful now. You're welcome~]
Gray didn't move.
He stayed buried against Elárien's chest, his eyes half-closed.
'…You sound way too proud about this.'
[Of course I am. I told you my blessing was special. Most people need decades, sometimes centuries, to awaken the Mark of Beauty. You did it in one night because you finally let yourself feel pain. Real pain. That's how it works. The deeper the emotion, the stronger the beauty.]
Gray let out a tired breath against Elárien's skin.
'So you're saying… me being heartbroken is what made me prettier?'
[Exactly. Beauty and pain have always been connected. The more you feel, the more you shine. And right now, you're shining brighter than ever. Even I'm a little jealous.]
He could practically feel her smirking in his mind.
