"A woman, nothing more. Since she originally belongs to His Silver Majesty, it's only right to return her to her owner!" Reyn's lips curved into a cold, faint smile as he replied to the Silver Emperor. The clarity in his tone made it obvious—he understood the meaning behind the words perfectly.
"Then I must thank you, Prince Reyn. Some things… even if one no longer desires them, must not fall into the hands of others. Don't you agree?" The Silver Emperor's words carried a subtle hint, a veiled warning. Reyn's smile, however, never wavered. One could not tell whether it was sincere or merely indifferent.
Sunny—the woman who had long since unsettled his mind—perhaps it was finally time to let her go…
