"I can't believe you actually did it, and on top of that, you have the nerve to smile? Are you some kind of sadomasochist? Look at your soul—just look at it! It's a complete disaster. Luckily, this time your soul didn't fracture, though it was consumed by the blue flames. What kind of lunatic throws away years of life for a meaningless duel?"
At first, Arthur frowned as he stared at the curvaceous figure of Lilith—her snow-white hair and blood-red eyes, wearing a one-piece black dress that revealed one of her long legs. Then he remembered she could enter his soul if he allowed her. Maybe she'd taken the chance while he was unconscious. But honestly, Arthur couldn't care less. He was in a good mood. In the end, it had all been worth it. Definitely.
Still, he was surprised. It was the first time he'd ever seen Lilith so upset. Her beautiful face was tense as she stared at him in frustration.
