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I love you. I love you. I mean it.

But confession is empty. I can't reach it. Her feelings are worthless to her. Not long ago, a woman with shining eyes like a star is disgusting to see herself. There is no reason for fickleness.

I can't open the door even if I knock on it.

I send a letter but there is no reply.

Anger becomes tears, and it dries up, filling the void.

Passion dies away and anger becomes insignificant.

Only dirty hatred remains.

But Prince Gwiz remembered his passion.

***

"Thank you."

Raymond held out flowers to Karen. I was envious of the light blue hydrangeas. Karen saw a hydrangea still in dew. Karen listens to this confession every day these days. asked Raymond carefully.

"Is there anything different?"

I express my love and appreciation like a pun. However, the man who confesses and the woman who listens to them are both shameless. Raymond confesses as promised. But nothing changes. Is the mandatory feeling meaningless?

"I don't think so. Who did you buy this from?”

It was beautiful but not very precious. It is a blue-green hydrangea suitable for daily decoration. Karen liked red roses the most, but this also had her own pure beauty. But dew is not good for books. Karen pointed to the ancient books and materials surrounding her and handed them back to Raymond. The behavior is a bit funny, but there is nothing I can do because there is no maid next to me to receive the gift. Raymond smiled awkwardly when he found out he had made some mistakes.

"The flowers sold by a child named Cecil in the old town across from the cathedral were of good quality.”

"Did you get there from the morning?”

The capital's cathedral was not a place to go on a non-Seongil day, although it is possible to go. However, Raymond was the type of person who had a sore body when he didn't move. It hasn't changed since Karen made an appointment, so it disappears whenever she has time. used to come.

I often bring gifts for Karen, but I don't know what she needs, so I bring a lot of flowers on behalf of the maid every day.

"Suitable exercise helps you enjoy a healthy life."

I know what comes next. He'll ask you to go out with him. But Karen was lazy to move.

"Thank you for the proper advice. But I don't want to listen anymore.

Raymond sighed and returned the bouquet he gave him from Karen. I opened the window with hydrangeas by the window. It was only then that Karen knew that she did not sleep in bed but sat up all night.

"Anyway, good morning. Karen, did you have a harvest last night?”

"Not now. I don't have much time... Please cancel all incoming appointments."

Karen shook her head as she checked the invitations Raymond gave her. There are too many invitations when there is no time. Everyone wanted to see Catherine's daughter, Evans' daughter, and Raymond's fiancee, who made him miserable. The other thing to look at now, during the time when Verdick had to look at it, is that Raymond is enough.

"Let's get up and eat first. Let me wash my face. It's not a good lady to worry about a loyal maid."

Raymond picked up Karen buried in the books and pulled her out. Then he shook the dust off. Karen was displeased that the shape seemed to take care of the child who had been playing.

"Lord Raymond."

"Yes."

"What is love?"

"It's not a waste to give them the best, and just looking at them makes them laugh."

"You don't believe it, do you?”

Karen looked up at Raymond's brilliant recording. The eyes seemed a little perplexed. Raymond didn't say anything, shook off Karen's clothes, and handed her the letters she had brought.

"I'm trying."

After all, you don't say you believe. Karen replied with a sullen look. It doesn't make any sense even to her.

"That's actually true. All of a sudden, we're lovers of our past lives, the story of books, living again....”

And she's the one who killed people. Karen swallowed the aftertaste. It's a taboo. a taboo different from empty words No matter how suspicious you are, don't say it out loud. It is a promise and a courtesy. This is the last line.

Karen swerved as she swept her hair. The date goes by day. Let's do what we can do. Did Raymond bring the invitation?

"I'm not going out today. I want to check more."

Karen checked the bundle Raymond gave her. They were all aristocrats, low-quality men who were crazy about gambling. Karen put down the stack of letters and picked up the history book again. I don't like unnecessary stories.

"It's comfortable in this respect to have an appointment. Lord Raymond's jealous, so can I just say I'm not going?”

"Do as you please. Karen, I'm trying to believe."

"Is that an appointment?"

"It's a promise. If you and your mother, Catherine, had the same symptoms, I think it's natural to infer that their maternal grandparents would have the same symptoms."

"Do you even try to love?”

“…….”

Raymond seemed speechless for a moment.

"Are you not doing it?"

"Well, Karen."

Raymond seemed a little embarrassed. Then he hesitated and stroked his chin as if he knew what to do not know what to do with his hands. Even though he had a face that was smooth and could not be found, his behavior seems to be deeply troubled by the scholar.

"On second thought, what is love? The love you think, the love that Father Duran thinks."

"I'm curious about that, too."

"In fact, whether it's a curse or not. In fact, I want to deny that what you're thinking is that the world is a novel.”

"What's wrong with that?”

Karen's father said it was a romantic story and admired it. That's what Haier thought. Karen felt a little nervous. Is there a difference here? The only thing that Haier and Raymond had in common was their good looks. Raymond was a bit hesitant and finally answered.

"It's a little childish."

Do you want me to hit you? That childishness is ending one's life. When Karen made a face at the thought, Raymond soothed her shoulders.

"I'm not blaming you. But just... Yes, I think I'm thinking the same thing as you. It's so absurd that I don't want to believe it. The world is absurd and war is happening. And I think it's a terrible story that you're dying over and over again, and the only reason is because of the love of a man and woman."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

It is not new to me because I was angry at the injustice several times. It would be romantic for someone that a person's life and death are governed by temporary feelings and lust, but it would be terrible if the period led to eternity. So Karen asks a simple question. Philosophy is boring.

"Do you love me then?"

"I try every day."

"You don't?"

"Please don't... confirm it. It's a bit... I try every day, but I don't know what the standard is. You don't know."

Karen flopped down on the sofa. Yes, let's love each other! How can you confirm it just because you're contracting? What is Duran's standard? And how long and how long should it last? My teeth are grinding.

"May I sit next to you?"

"Yes."

Raymond sat on the sofa. The room was quiet and the two were awkward.

"On the premise that what you say is true, to be honest… I don't think it's a big deal that I love."

"Why?"

"As I said before, I only see my face.”

"Yes... I see."

On Karen's face, Raymond sighed, covering his eyes with his hands.

"I don't think my love, my feelings, is worth that much."

"Why do you think so?"

"The world is too dark to say that."

"Really?"

But it will only be for you. Karen recalls the past when she sympathized with Raymond. It has gone to war and will only be for you who continue to kill people.

"Yes, so if, yes. If the reason you keep dying is because of my love, I will love you. Emotions can't beat death."

"Thank you for your effort."

"I'm telling you, and, uh, yes, it's true that I felt beautiful from the moment I first saw you. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you in my life. When I saw her smile, she looked like she was shining."

Raymond speaks soothingly. If you want love, I will love you. if it is necessary But neither of us knows how much love is love. It is Duran who judges. And the problem was that Karen and Raymond spoke seriously, but both had cynical.

"Then wouldn't that be enough?"

"What else do you think you need?"

"Inside…."

Oh, I can't believe I said it myself. Karen shut her mouth tight. Raymond's eyes sting. But inside? What do you mean inside in this situation? Karen turned to hydrangeas for nothing.

Do you want me to drop you?

Could we succeed? Karen swallowed her saliva. I don't know. Old Raymond should have said love. Of course, we confess to each other every day, but considering whether the confession is the confession demanded by Duran, neither seems to be true. It is difficult to set one's emotions by figures. Do you want me to go to bed? Karen scoured Raymond's body with the eyes of a scoundrel.

"Carran."

It must be hard to undress because there are so many buttons. Karen listened to Raymond belatedly as she thought so and was looking for him.

"Yes."

Fortunately, Raymond doesn't seem to know what Karen looked at. But with a serious face, Karen was able to straighten herself out. Raymond took out an invitation and showed it to Karen.

"I don't know anything else, but it's a little hard to refuse. He's a big shot."

"Who is it?"

"Your Grace, Prince Gwiz."