Whether it was Silvia or Isadella, they both held a place in his heart. He couldn't let go, nor did he want to.
Enola toyed with the pale-golden tips of her hair. "So, I think rather than being on tenterhooks all day, guarding against it, it would be better to simply make those matters and competitions completely transparent. According to the rules of the supernatural world, when two Beastmasters encounter something they both like and aren't willing to give up, the natural course is to have a showdown.
"However, if I really were to fight Miss Silvia, or Empress Isadella—no matter who wins or loses in the end, no matter who gets hurt—Shiayar, you would definitely feel distressed, wouldn't you?"
Shiayar thought for a moment and nodded. "To be more precise, unless you all teamed up to incapacitate me, none of what you said, Ennie, could possibly happen."
Enola blinked her beautiful, sky-blue eyes. "Yes... Although I'm not so willing to admit it.
