Lightning pierced through the rainy night in an instant, fiery branches of electricity hanging upside down across the distant sky—
The Half-Elf Princess's eyes flew open.
Brand's kiss, once started, became completely uncontrollable. He felt as if a door had opened inside his heart, and the emotions contained within surged out like a raging river—deep, overwhelming, the most genuine and honest feelings that knew no lies. He had thought he only held respect for her ideals, but finally understood that in that respect there was also the affection between a man and a woman. He came here only to obtain her, to make sure she lived on, to keep her from repeating the tragedy that had happened in another history.
The figure he had looked up to again and again was now in his arms, her soft body as light as a feather, weightless.
So real, yet so unreal.
