"No, even if you dress up as Melogas, you are completely different from her. You are you, your elegance, your keen, that mix of melancholy and determination, caution and courage, that innocence, yet without hindrance to your wealth of healthy and correct knowledge, that's the one and only you."
Lanci lectured her.
"Really?"
Hyperion was a bit embarrassed by Lanci's direct praise and looked up to ask him.
"Really, no matter who asks me, I will answer the same."
Lanci nodded affirmatively.
"Are you really talking about me..."
Hyperion clenched her hands, feeling bashful.
"Miss, I lost a half-demon fiancée in the Demon World thousands of years ago. She had black hair, a scorpion tail, and slender horns. Do you have any clues?"
Lanci added.
"Ugh! What are you saying!"
Hyperion's face immediately turned red, as if steam was about to pour from her head.
"A wife is a feeling. Only when you have that feeling do you have the thought of marrying her."
