I blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
…And only then did my realization kick in, like a delayed signal in the middle of a thunderstorm.
"…"
I stared at the greenhouse. Then I stared at my feet. Then I stared at the distance between us.
And finally… I smirked. The smirk of the century's genius. The smirk of someone who had just realized a massive problem… with a very trivial solution.
The viewing distance was too far to watch my noble Cupid mission?
Relax, that is nothing in the face of LORD LILIANE.
I turned slowly toward Clara. My gaze was sharp. Full of meaning. Full of national secret codes laden with peerless difficulty.
Clara stared back. Her gaze was just as serious. We didn't speak. We didn't need to.
Because two great souls like ours… communicate through invisible dramatic waves called... love (dedication-love for this mission, that is).
And in a single second that felt like the climax of a war movie—we nodded.
