'So the rumors were right…'
Sylviana thought, her gaze lowering slightly as Rosalina continued washing her hair.
During their academy days, before the disaster that had changed everything, she had heard of those two.
It was difficult not to notice them, after all. Julius and Rosalina had both been remarkably beautiful, almost as if someone had deliberately created them to stand beside each other.
At the time, however, Sylviana had known very little about Julius himself. The books had only appeared much later, written by some anonymous author whose identity nobody seemed to know, and strangely enough, every single book written by that person featured Julius as its protagonist.
Sylviana had initially assumed it was simply another series of fictional stories inspired by a famous figure, but after everything that had happened, the situation had become far more complicated than that.
As for Julius and Rosalina themselves, even back then they had looked like a perfect match.
