"When you also broke through to the throne and had more resources and confidence, your persistence became even more apparent... Even with such a significant event as facing the remnant soul of the Ancient Sun God, apart from Ennie, you wouldn't let Silvia and me participate."
She gently shifted her body, drawing closer into Shiayar's embrace.
"I don't dislike your attitude; in fact, quite the opposite, I really like it..."
"Since I came of age, those who supported me saw me as their guide, as the hope for the Empire's resurgence, while the opposition saw me as an obstacle, a ferocious Demon King."
"After my mother's passing, in you, I first experienced the feeling of being carefully protected, someone standing behind me."
"However, Shiayar—"
Isadella paused her words slightly.
"I enjoy being cared for by you, but I'm not so fragile that I would shatter with just a bit of wind and sun."
