Caelum Vael, still kneeling, looked up at you with wide, stunned eyes. His lips parted. Words caught in his throat.
Then he finally spoke—soft, but shaking with truth.
“…You’re beautiful.”
The whisper wasn’t meant for the crowd. It was only for you.
He stood slowly, silver hair falling into his eyes, his sword calloused hand trembling. “I thought… I would summon a weak spirit. Something simple. But… you…”
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