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After we finished our shopping, Louise and I decided to visit one more place to end our day.

Night fell, and looking up, the night sky here wasn't bad, but the view back at Estelle Academy, specifically at Lucian Hall, was greater.

Right now, Louise and I were on top of a clock tower. Although it was pretty tall, it paled in comparison to the heights of Lucian Hall.

"Woah…," Louise mumbled as she took a seat at one of the benches placed nearby. It was reassuring that she was completely satisfied.

I had thought I'd been a bad date throughout the whole day, considering I'd mostly just followed her around and let her decide the places.

But this place seemed to attract a lot of attention, as there were a bunch of people here also stargazing.

Appreciating the view of the entire city below and the night sky above, along with the picturesque mountains in the horizon, made me realize just how truly beautiful this world is, despite it being made by that stupid goddess.

Press.

Louise's grasp on my hand tightened, and a delightful giggle escaped her lips.

"Hehe, doesn't this place remind you of last time?" she remarked, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. It dawned on me that she was alluding to the moment we spent looking at the stars back at Lucian hall.

"Yes... The stars back then were much more beautiful, though," I responded, recalling the magical evening.

Her laughter continued, a soft sound that resonated with fond memories. With a gaze fixed on the night sky, her pink eyes seemed to wander through time, reflecting on something profound.

"Back then... I really thought my world was about to end, you know," she confessed, her eyes locking onto mine with intensity. "That's why I'm saying this from the bottom of my heart, Adrian... thank you. If it weren't for you, I would've given up back then."

Caught off guard by the gravity of her words, I stammered, "I didn't really do much, though." Recalling back at that night, my role had been merely listening and offering comfort for a short while.

"Hehe... it may not be much for you, but for me, it meant the world to me" she replied with sincerity. "It made me see things much more differently, and above all... it made me realize what I actually feel about you." Her words carried a sense of conviction as she continued.

"Not to mention, you saved me from something I had no way out of. That's why... thank you," she concluded, resting her head on my shoulder.

Our hands locked together, and I made a conscious effort to etch this moment into my memory.

I wanted to preserve every nuance, every emotion, so that when the time eventually came for me to ascend, I would never forget the overwhelming feeling I experienced in this very moment.

The sensation, the adrenaline, the desire – everything was stored within the recesses of my mind.

In the present, there was nothing but the connection I shared with Louise, as my heart raced with anticipation.

With a conviction that resonated within me, I acknowledged that I was starting to fall for her.

The rustling of the surroundings seemed to fade away as our closeness intensified.

I could practically feel her breath mingling with mine, and as my heart thumped louder, I knew something profound was about to happen.

Louise shifted her head, her eyes locking onto mine, and without a moment's hesitation, my body moved on its own accord.

My hands gently touched her cheek, and she nestled closer, closing and opening her eyes in tandem. In the blink of an eye, our faces drew nearer, and she closed her eyes in anticipation.

Our lips met.

A resounding "Badump" echoed in my ears as my heart pounded in my chest.

Although we had shared a kiss before, back at the theater, this one felt markedly different.

It was as if I had entered a state of euphoria, having achieved something I had long wished for.

As our kiss concluded, she looked at me with a smile that spoke volumes.

"Adrian... I love you," she confessed, and in that moment, the world seemed to stand still.

Baffled by the repetition of those three powerful words, I found myself grappling with an unexpected surge of emotion.

She had uttered those same words that morning, but this time, their impact was distinctly different.

Why was I reacting so strongly? The mere presence of Louise had a magical effect on me, turning me into a love-struck young boy.

It was an inexplicable connection, one that made everything feel gentle and tender in her presence.

Surprisingly, this heightened sensitivity wasn't something I experienced with any other girls.

Yet, with her, my mind seemed to decree that every gesture, every word, should be approached with a gentle touch.

Once again, our eyes locked, creating an unspoken connection that transcended the need for words….

"I love you, Louise"

I declared without a second thought. Although her reaction was subtle, the genuine happiness radiated from her. Her cheeks flushed intensely, and her eyes took on a hint of watery emotion.

Her captivating pink eyes met my ashen gray ones, and in that moment, something shifted. This time, there was no need for contemplation or hesitation.

Our bodies acted in unison, as if they were guided by an invisible force, and we found ourselves locked in a deep, meaningful kiss.

The world around us melted away as the intensity of the moment enveloped us, sealing our connection with each shared heartbeat.

….

As we made our way back to our rooms, a gentle chuckle escaped me as I observed Louise's adorable face. Today's date had clearly taken a toll on her, evident from the fact that she had dozed off on my shoulder during our time at the clock tower.

Carrying the bags filled with our shopping gifts, I marveled at how light she felt in my arms, making the way back to the dorms surprisingly easy.

Considering the stress, she probably had about the entire date, it wasn't surprising that exhaustion had finally caught up with her.

I couldn't help but wonder if she had even managed to get a good night's sleep the previous day, given the subtle eye bags that had adorned her face since the morning.

Upon reaching Louise's room, I fumbled for the key I had acquired earlier. However, before I could make a move, the door swung open unexpectedly.

A subtle gust of wind and the presence of a floating rock nearby hinted at the involvement of her spirits. I nodded appreciatively at the unseen entities before stepping into her room.

This was the room she shared with Ana.

Glancing around, I noted the neat and clean arrangement, strikingly similar to my room next door.

While it had a slightly more feminine touch, the design was practically identical

As I entered Louise's room, I noticed someone peacefully sleeping in the bed adjacent to hers. It didn't take long for me to recognize the familiar features of Ana.

It was a rare sight to witness her falling asleep first, considering she was typically the one who stayed up late.

I guess it is very late at night now.

She would usually be still up saying things like it is her duty as a maid.

Deciding not to disturb Ana's much-needed rest, I activated my night cloak. Its effect enveloped my lower half, focusing on my legs and feet, ensuring that my movements remained silent.

With the utmost care, I gently laid Louise on her bed, tucking her in with the blanket.

The gifts we had purchased during our shopping spree found their place beside her desk, a quiet and thoughtful gesture.

As I left the room, I closed the door quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere within.

Having stretched my hands and stifled a yawn, I contemplated returning to my room when a subtle noise caught my attention.

Tick...! Tack...!

It repeated, drawing my gaze to the right, where the sound emanated. In the distance, a figure was steadily approaching.

The moon's gentle glow seeped through the light pillars, enchantingly illuminating the person's silhouette.

With light brown hair, adorned in a striking black gothic ensemble, complete with a black blindfold and gloves, the approaching figure defied the norms of the holy nation.

Isabella, the apostle of the god or goddess of love in this world, stood before me. Her appearance starkly contrasted with the ideals of the holy nation, making one question her allegiance to the divine.

Observing her casual stroll, I couldn't help but find it peculiar, especially considering her blindness. Yet, there she was, navigating effortlessly.

But why she coming here?

As she drew nearer.

I found her action suspicious.

Given the direction as to where she was going. it seemed reasonable to assume that my room might be her intended destination.

Was there something she wanted to discuss with me?

This late at night?

"Isabella?"

I called out, breaking the silence that enveloped us.

As Isabella halted her steps upon hearing my call, a subtle tension filled the air.

Her reaction was apparent; surprise flashed across her face as she came to a standstill.

Intriguingly, despite the knowledge that Isabella couldn't see, an uncanny sensation swept over me, as if every move I made was being scrutinized by her unseen eyes.

"Sir hero… I didn't expect you to still be awake this late at night" she remarked, her voice holding a certain lightness that betrayed the underlying purpose of her visit.

"I could say the same thing about you too."

"Fufu, coincidences can be mysterious sometimes" she replied, her hand delicately covering her mouth as if concealing a secret.

Refusing to dance around the obvious, I confronted her, "What do you want?"

My question cut through the feigned nonchalance, revealing the tension that lingered in the air.

Isabella's timely appearance, right as Louise and I concluded our date, hinted at a deliberate observation of our interactions.

It was pretty obvious even back then I noticed several eyes watching us the only reason I ignored them was because I didn't want to ruin m date with Louise, even right now they were watching me from all angles.

Her surprise at my direct question was evident, but her response, a smile accompanying the words, hinted at an undercurrent of amusement.

"It seems our actions may have come off as rude for Sir Hero," she remarked, clapping her hands once. In an instant, the multiple hidden presences dissipated, leaving an air of transparency in their wake.

"Please do forgive our actions, even if this is the holy nation... Your safety is our top priority" Isabella added, punctuating her words with a slight bow.

I couldn't help but feel a mixture of annoyance and appreciation for her statement.

The assurance of my safety being a priority would have been more comforting if it weren't for the constant surveillance.

"So, what do you want?"

"Sir hero… may I have a moment of your time?"

"You know it's almost past midnight now, right? Couldn't you have asked me tomorrow?"

"There are too many watchful gazes if I called for you in the morning, and above all, I doubt the saintess would allow me to meet with you privately."

Did she and Elena not get along? Now that I think about it, Elena never once mentioned Isabella to me, nor have I seen them interacting, even though they are both technically apostles of the goddesses of this world.

"Let's go then… you don't want to talk here, right?"

She nodded, as she took me too somewhere private and quiet.

It wasn't long before we reached a temple, with statues of the 9 main gods of this world.

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