It's a stroke of luck that the fashion show got postponed by three days because of bad weather.
Not that I'm in bad shape—after that night when that Monster Reaper wrecked my ass, by sunrise my body was already back to normal.
But my morale is in pieces.
I thought I'd gotten strong.
Yet, she destroyed me like it was nothing.
I don't know why she didn't kill me—she must have her reasons—but next time I might not be so lucky.
And yet… John said his lackey, Oliver Segel, managed to wound her and make her flee.
That means Frank and Oliver are stronger than that Monster Reaper?! Damn it, they're all on a completely different level compared to me…
I have to push my Sanguis magic training to the limit, no matter what.
As if that wasn't enough to bring me down, Elaine seems to have completely moved on from me.
Yesterday morning, on my way home, I saw them having breakfast together at a café.
Elaine didn't even greet me—in fact, she acted like she didn't know me at all.
