The moment Lothair's killing intent coiled through the hall like invisible smoke, I felt heat bloom across my cheeks even though I had nobody here to blush with.
It wasn't the threat itself that did it, but the confirmation that she would burn the world for me if she had to.
Well, not to that extent, but somewhere along the line.
I was aware it likely stemmed from possessiveness first and genuine affection second.
After all, Lothair was many things, and being territorial was near the top of that list. Still, the distinction felt a little too clinical to matter right now, and I let myself hold it without picking it apart.
『 It is still hilarious that the Reverend Serpent is such a possessive demoness, yet she still allows and even told her wife to sleep with other demons left and right. 』
