The night was deep, in the east side room on the third floor of Red Tide Castle.
The warmth from the underfloor heating kept the chill at bay outside.
But Sif on the bed curled up even tighter.
Wrapped in a thick blanket, she looked up at the ceiling, her cheeks slightly flushed, her deep blue eyes sparkling with a hint of confusion.
"Who would like a Southern Barbarian!" she muttered to herself, gritting her teeth, "Despicable, shameless, always smiling like a cunning fox..."
Yet no matter how she warned herself, that person's image just wouldn't go away.
In her mind, the scene replayed: the gentle, unhurried way he talked to people.
The careful yet confident manner when taming "Leng Feng."
And that one time...
He looked up at her and smiled, the sly curve at the corner of his eye made her heart skip a beat.
"Damn it..." Sif sat up sharply, fiercely threw the pillow to the floor, her silver hair falling messily on her face due to the motion.
"Damn Louis...!"
