"I HAVE to make a v-vow with Prince Nero…"
Hanna noticed Dahlia's apprehension, and that made her nervous. "What kind of vow is it, Dahlia?"
Dahlia lowered her head this time. "A vow that binds my soul with Prince Nero's soul– a vow that will make us unable to live without each other."
Like a marriage vow, then.
Hanna, right at that moment, saw her future with Nero slowly crumbling away.
[I don't have a place here.]
"I-I have to unseal my power to save Prince Nero," Dahlia continued, her eyes still glued to the ground. "But once I do it, my lifespan is going to decrease every hour unless I devour Prince Nero's Lunacy."
Hanna knitted her eyebrows. "You have to devour Nero's Lunacy?"
