Lucius, as always, maintained silence and sat down beside Yula—this was Yula's rule; as long as she was present, Lucius had to be close to her.
At first, Lucius was very resistant.
But for the sake of revenge, Lucius had no choice.
And now?
The feeling of resistance was still there.
Habit?
Some things are impossible to get used to.
Once, a fat man said that one could get used to eating shit, perhaps even developing a taste for shrimp fried with leeks, but if you had preconceived notions about someone from the start, those would truly be hard to change until death.
Because, once you put on tinted glasses, every action of the other person seems malicious.
With the passage of time, these prejudices deepen, instead of turning into habit.
But Lucius was different.
Because...
Lucius's feelings toward Yula weren't prejudice.
They were genuine wariness.
And Yula truly was malicious.
Just like at this moment—
