In that pitch-black room, Javien completely froze.
The moment Olivia's hands tightly wrapped around his neck, the warmth radiating from her body seeped right into him, slowly melting away the deathly chill left behind by his demonic aura.
Javien fell silent, weeping without a sound. Every single ounce of his ego as a Knight simply crumbled away.
His hands were still trembling, hesitant to even touch her small, fragile frame as the faint remnants of his dark energy still lingered in the air.
"...Why... why didn't you run away like before?"
Javien's voice broke. His eyes wavered subtly. It was no longer the raspy, terrifying voice of the demon... but his own deep, gravelly tone.
Olivia said nothing, but she could deeply sense the immense suffering the man in her embrace had endured.
"Not Javien... not this time," Olivia murmured softly, gently patting his back.
Did she mean that... one day, she eventually would?...
