The One Beside the Hero
Then he glanced back toward Videl.
"And some..."
For the first time since meeting him, Niklaus' expression softened slightly.
"Some are shaped by the people beside them."
Videl fell into thought after hearing those words.
The candlelight inside the ancient chamber flickered softly against the stone walls, painting golden shadows across the treasures piled around the room. The atmosphere had grown strangely quiet after Niklaus spoke. Even the air itself seemed heavier somehow.
Videl lowered her gaze slightly.
The people beside them...
What exactly did he mean by that?
Her fingers unconsciously tightened against the fabric resting above her knees.
Inside her mind, Victor's face naturally surfaced.
Black hair.
Golden eyes.
That calm expression he always carried no matter the situation.
The way he stood in front of danger without hesitation.
The way he casually gave advice that changed her entire way of thinking.
