‘W-wait, why is he…?’

Seeing the hero standing among the crowd as a spectator, rather than in the middle of the commotion where he should’ve been receiving Lyria’s confession (disguised as an ambush), I was thrown into a state of confusion.

The fact that the hero was here, watching the spectacle, meant two things.

First, the person Lyria wanted to confess to had never been the hero.

Second, I had just taught Lyria a confession method that would shock anyone who received it.

"..."

Tremble, tremble…

"Lilith...? Why are you suddenly shaking?"

...I was doomed.

My plan to make Lyria's …