A few days later, I met Duke Tristan again.
We met at a café. I sat right across from him, wearing a serious face with a professional aura—and with a heart that was... undulating.
Yes, exactly; that is the pull of the ultraviolet waves containing the one-of-a-kind cute charm of Liliane von Hohenberg.
"Duke," I said calmly, full of control and elegance like an angel who had just descended from heaven.
"We need to remember... For this mission... there is no need for practice," I said with my round eyes.
He nodded.
Like a little child.
Cute.
So cute.
Oh gods and goddesses, I can't handle this anymore. But hold it, hold it, hold it, Liliane.
You can do this; you're a jack-of-all-trades.
Even when it comes to resisting his cute charm.
"And fortunately... in this 'practice,' we won't fail like before." I smiled.
A bit bitterly.
A bit traumatized.
