Too much, sarcastic language. In the same tone that bothered Claudia, with a voice color. As a matter of course, it doesn't matter.

When Claudia raised her gaze, which had fallen at some point, she had eyes for Yulan with a frightened expression.

"I told you, this is my personal opinion. You don't have to convince me or understand."

"But... then I'll stay the same."

"Nothing, you don't have to have the same values as me. I don't know which one I'm going to save because I have my own opinion."

Some take Claudia's actions as great, others take Yulan's opinions as cold, and vice versa.

Even if Yulan was right then, I don't know if Mary Jun could have grown. Maybe I got deeply scratched and stuck because I didn't help.

Claudia and Yulan had different opinions, but it doesn't conclude that one is wrong.

"I mean, honestly, either is fine. It's none of my business whether she's ever been or ever will be unhappy with her wounds."

To much remark, Claudia circles her eyes. Yulan, by contrast, seemed uninterested, his eyes as quiet as a swept surface.

"Then why..."

The statements made so far sounded as if they were taking Mary Jun into account. That's what I thought Claudia was afraid of the calamity that might shake on her for being sheltered.

Yulan has no intention of doing so. Whatever it sounded like to Claudia, for Yulan, she just gave an opinion that followed her values.

Even then, there was no such thing as Mary Jun.

"The problem for me is that you did that to Violet."

It doesn't matter what happens to others. Whether you're laughing in front of me, crying down into despair, or at the top of your happiness or at the bottom of your unhappiness, it's the same weather forecast for Yulan as for other countries. Whatever the outcome, there's nothing more or less than fact, and if you do poorly, you don't even recognize it.

Except for the only one, Violet.

Whoever in the world cries and if Violet is laughing, the world is peace itself for Yulan. Assuming you put the survival of the world and the happiness of Violet on the balance, throw everything in your life and your life to protect the world where Violet lives happily. We don't have to choose one. We have to save her from every foundation that makes her happy.

And that's why I won't allow anyone to hurt Violet.

Even if that's not a bloodless plunder wound, or a trace that doesn't reach the nerves or hurt, Violet herself doesn't care.

There is no greater sin for Yulan than the shade of Violet's smile.

Violet, whom Yulan found that day, wasn't even smiling.

"Without solid evidence, you haven't even taken a word for it, just a nagging testimony, and you tried to incriminate her"

Yulan remembers vividly the moment the tense expression found itself slightly loose.

I have a sense that I am loved and merciful by Violet. That's why I don't like the fact that the emotion is an object of asylum for my brother.

If it were the original Violet, it would have been the strength of her fortitude sister to show Yulan in that situation. He should have shown a beautifully stretched back to keep Yulan away from the commotion.

Yet she was relieved then. Seeing Yulan, who loved him like his brother, but therefore had no choice to rely on, he thought of him so much.

As evil, they were cornered.

"You misjudged the charisma of Violet Rem Varhan and blamed Violet for all of it, even though there was a person in front of you who worshipped her... You said Violet was evil. Prince Claudia, you're nothing else."

If it was someone else...... if it was Mary Jun, the victim, Yulan couldn't remember the rage so far either. Someone else in the perpetrator, a wild horse who just saw some, even an unrelated person who just listened. I'm sure Yulan wouldn't have even cared.

Yulan also knows exactly how Violet's charisma works.

In addition to her own abilities, her appearance and power at birth. Yulan knows very well that those filters cover up the essence of Violet, and that there are those who are discouraged by the impression of being unaware of it and who expect it. Because I've seen Violet change a little bit on the side every time.

I've cursed those guys many times in my heart, but soon that anger changes in the direction that comforts Violet. It's much more meaningful to think about Violet than it is to think about such an elephant.

That's why I'm angry at the fact that I can't do that.

"Just as Mary Jun will be sheltered and noted by you, so will Violet. As you, the prince, called evil."

I found my face ugly and distorted by so much discomfort. I understand more clearly in words, the magnitude of what the man in front of me has done.

And most of all, I'm angry that Claudia herself doesn't realize its importance.

Even if I still feel anger toward myself from Yulan's expression, I don't understand a single one of its contents.

Sooner or later, Claudia's enthusiastic sense of justice would be very important as a position to carry the country. That burning emotion should be a great shield for the people. The emotion of wanting to save someone is never wrong.

Claudia was wrong because she didn't understand how big her spear was.

"You have a really narrow horizon. I don't know too much about my influence. I don't understand the weight of a word, the responsibility of choice."

Claudia's shield will save a lot of people, and he knows that very well himself. That's why Claudia easily gives salvation.

Because of its power, it possesses a great and sturdy shield, so it is given its power at all costs for others. It is definitely Claudia's business of creating a depth of nostalgia.

That's why I should have noticed. If there is a great shield, if there is a mighty shield, even a spear is the same possibility.

A big spear for a big shield and an excellent attack for a good defense. I should have known I was a combined being. I had to know.

He said that when he fulfilled his responsibilities as a protector, he would simultaneously become a discussant.

"Your sense of justice can't be done with emotion."

"Huh..."

If you stare, you make Claudia's throat-tight noise. The same gold was stained with contrasting emotions.

Yulan never smiled at Claudia first, but it was also unusual to show such an irresistible anger.

Too big an emotion pushes in and Claudia's feet take a single step back. The hardness of the doll disappears and it looks like someone else is coming toward you stripping your heart out.

All of that for Violet.

"I don't care about you. You don't have to agree with me, forget it. Just don't forget Violet."

Closer without even thinking about the maneuver, the distance between the two was filled with two steps. Claudia, which should be quite high, will also be the side to be looked down on by Yulan opponents.

The eyes of each other that you see nearby are the same color that you don't like. But the only similarity is color, and Yulan's eyes are as cold and emotionless as vitreous on the back as a glowing Claudia's eye.

A slowly connected corner of the mouth accentuates the light that the affixed smile does not come to its attention. The look on his face to make him realize that he's making this.

"─ Because whoever scratches Vio won't forgive you"

A voice that seemed to freeze pierced Claudia's chest. I am reminded that the line drawings I have tasted many times before have become deep and thick again.

My mind moved, which was indifferent. But that's not for Claudia, because she's Violet's enemy. Though unexpected, Claudia did have to have touched Yulan's scales.

"Okay, enough? I've had enough time, so we need to hurry."

Slipping through next to hardened claudia, Yulan's head already has only a formula for the time to look for Violet turned. I just think of interacting with Claudia as a waste of time.

"Yulan..."

I don't know why I withheld it. If we just broke up like this, Yulan wouldn't listen to Claudia for the rest of his life.

I looked back, and I was going to grab that arm and hinder my walk, even though. Claudia's fingers touch faster, Yulan's legs stop.

Claudia expects her voice to have arrived, but it's also for a moment. Next thing I know, I realize my mistake.

"Vio...?