But of course, Xavier, being the person—no, lover—that he was, would immediately worry about his soft and delicate wife.
Yes, soft and delicate.
Huh? But—
VERY SOFT.
VERY DELICATE.
"..."
Now others would likely look at him with immense disbelief. To most of the universe, Luca's image had long since stopped being a useless flower vase and had somehow evolved into one that now occupied a very confusing category somewhere between a miraculous fairy and a natural disaster.
At this point, if there was anything to worry about, it was probably his opponent. In fact, in this particular case, even the ailment ought to be concerned about having to contend with Luca.
The things people said about him sounded completely unhinged.
The problem was that anyone trying to dispute them quickly ran into a rather unfortunate obstacle.
Where were the lies?
"..."
"..."
But all that didn't matter to the Imperial Crown Prince.
