He knew that Herbert was using this way to hide his shyness.
["No, I love you even more than you love yourself."]
The divine voice was soft yet firm, like the declaration of an undeniable oracle.
"..."
The mortal, who had just been proud, fell silent. After a long pause, he slowly said, "...Well, thank you?"
The divine being responded with a light laugh.
["Haha, you're welcome~"]
Regarding "that matter," neither of them mentioned it again, because they both understood each other's thoughts.
Nenasha understood Herbert's thoughts—it wasn't that he didn't ask, but rather, he trusted.
Herbert believed that when the time was right, Nenasha would definitely tell him.
Perhaps to others, she might be a bad woman, not considered a good person.
But in his own heart, Nenasha was the finest woman in the world.
Having been together for so long and through so much, the unreserved trust had long been born in both their hearts.
"Phew... Hm?"
