"But to be honest, I never expected to see you in such a sorry state."
"Shiayar."
"Or perhaps... "
"Master."
Augutina gazed up at the figure of the young man on the throne, uttering a silent whisper.
"Always in front of me, in front of everyone... perpetually presenting a demeanor of mystery and enigmatic control, as if omnipotent."
"But actually, you aren't that omnipotent— "
"And merely, quietly disguised your weak and weary side, keeping it hidden from the outsiders, didn't you?"
"In that sense, I am quite fortunate."
Her voice carried a hint of laughter, yet her face as flawless as ice and snow showed no trace of a smile.
"To see your most unguarded, unveiled self, free from all disguises and mystery, your truest form beneath that mask."
"It truly leaves one unable to smile at all, though... "
"If possible, I'd prefer you to maintain that unfathomable demeanor... "
"In that manner, at least, you wouldn't be as hurt as you are now."
