It was a trap. A safe trap that was set by Alfred.
He mischievously smiled as he walked a pace towards her.
They are in a field of flowers when he suddenly appeared. The sky is calm and sunny. The wind is friendly and cozy. In Zaiborn, it's not entirely modernized for Bloom Daemons are focused on their purposes.
He grabbed the broken glasses that was beside his shoe. He crushed them in his hand. There had been blood streaming from there. It alarmed her at first but then realized that a Voulner like him isn't someone who can feel fear and pain.
"You're hurt…" she said matter-of-factly. She is worried but outside her appearance, her facial expression is cold.
He smirked a little. "It's nothing…"
"Oh, I forgot. You're a Voulner afterall. You don't care about bleeding. I know the kinds o
