Shard did not leave immediately; instead, he held the dagger while gazing at the sea view, sighing after a long while.
Even though he had always maintained vigilance, he still repeatedly intertwined with "desire." Now assisting her, there was hardly any unease in his heart:
"Just words can wield such power... I shouldn't be subconsciously enchanted by her, should I? The matters in the desert..."
[You've been sun-struck, and at least in the realm of pretty girls, you inherently aren't one to abstain from desires.]
"That's good... I've been hurt by cats and desires; since exams are approaching, for now... abstain!"
The sea birds on the rocks were startled into flight by Shard's sudden fist clenching motion, and "she" chuckled softly near Shard's ear.
"Then please tell me, does this count as helping the bad guys?"
Shard asked again, and "her" laughter indeed was more gentle than the sea breeze kissing his cheek at this moment:
