Damien expected Severine to look startled, perhaps even fearful.
He imagined that once he forgave her and she realized he had no intention of pursuing her "crimes" anymore, she would be delighted.
She would praise his benevolence and thank him with a blushing face.
Ah, will she really blush? Red will look good on her face. Her lips are also red. They look...pretty, especially when she smiled.
Severine's lips did lift.
However, her reaction was the exact opposite of what he had assumed.
There was no thank you. Instead, she chuckled—a soft, mocking laughter that stunned him.
"There is no need for us to be equal, Damien. There is no need for you to forgive me, either."
"Huh?"
"I think there has been some sort of misunderstanding." Severine leaned back into her chair, the lingering feeling of anxiety vanishing as she looked at him with a pretentious smile.
"I never said I needed your forgiveness, have I?"
Damien blinked, his expression dazed. "...No?"
