After the act. On Francesca's snow-white skin, several beads of sweat were forming. Yet the feeling of climax was lingering, she stared at the ceiling blankly, her breathing was rough.
"I did it…"
I did it with Leonhart.
I intended to put a distance between us. I intended to let go. Although this relations.h.i.+p will someday collapse—I gave my body to Leonhart.
He hugged her tightly and she couldn't bear the words of affection whispered into her ear. Rather than regretting it, a warm satisfaction gently spread throughout her lower belly.
Because if felt so comfortable, Francesca held hope for the future.
Perhaps it won't turn out like the original…
Because in the game, Francesca and Leonhart never even held hands. It was a very, very pure relations.h.i.+p. But now it was different. Ah, well… we did it, something like that.
Since the events completely differed from the original, the end might be different as well. Maybe the original could be thrown away.
I want to stay with Leon forever. I gave you my first time, so is it alright to expect something more…?
No, I shouldn't.
It's useless expecting anything. Any expectations will only end up being betrayed.
No, don't look back on your dreams. Even if dreams and reality were different, it would still end up breaking my heart.
It's useless hoping for the future. Trying to change it will only end up in vain.
Effort doesn't always bear fruit. It doesn't matter how hard I try. No matter how much I struggle, the result is the same.
The world was made tremendously st.u.r.dy. And I was made aware of it in an extremely cruel way.
Francesca di Rosenthal received memories of her previous life during autumn, when she was eight years old. She was visiting the Royal medicinal herb garden along with her mother.
"Waaa, so nice!… I feel sick—It smells delicious!"
Young Francesca was a curious child. She took a look at every single herb and yelled out her impressions on their scent. Her mother, Marianne, and the medicinal herb gardeners enjoyed watching the innocent Francesca.
Eventually, Francesca reached a certain flower. The petals were a mysterious light blue and its shape was like a closed parasol.
"Hey, what flower is this!?"
Francesca shouted out her question, a slender female worker answered calmly.
"This plant came from the East, it's called Morning Glory. It has a nice scent."
"Oh! Thank you!"
Francesca lowered her head in thanks. Then brought her nose up to the pale blue petals.
It had a rather refres.h.i.+ng scent. Even though this was her first time smelling something like this… it felt somewhat nostalgic.
Something stirred in the back of Francesca's head. It was as if a secret treasure box was opened and the things inside spilled out.
Memories that she could not recall entered her mind.
A world without magic. A country called j.a.pan. Living there was a tall woman.
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