After Antonio’s calm confession, the awkward tension in the room gradually began to dissolve.

Beneath the blanket, their hands had quietly intertwined, fingers clasping naturally as though it had always been that way.

In the tender atmosphere where speaking felt too daunting, Agnes, her voice soft, began to recall and confess events from a week ago.

“…Me too.”

“Pardon?”

“I might have done the same. If someone precious to me had turned into the Demon King, I probably would have fought just as desperately as you did.”

“…I see.”

“If it hadn’t been Seraphine, it might have been Lilith who …