"Maybe... Maybe Ivar himself knows that this is fake, that I approached him with a purpose.
But what does that matter?
His life is already so tragic, the more glorious the King of the Ice Sea shines, the more magnificent the achievements of his brothers are, the more he feels ashamed, feels pressured. And when the care he longs for arrives, it's like a victim in a swamp, even if you extend thorns to him, he will grab them tightly, even if he knows it's poison, he would swallow it without hesitation, wouldn't he?"
Erin said lightly.
"Just like faith, people always need something to deceive themselves."
Lorenzo smelled the familiar scent of flowers, cold and piercing, like the cold wind brushing his cheeks. It was then he realized Erin was very close, their eyes almost touching.
"By the way, you and he are very alike... No, you people are all very much like Ivar."
