Many have told me you will never love me.

Nigel Gawain lays Gilbert on his bed.

After speaking with the goddess, he simply carried Gilbert and left without the lady of the lake objecting. Actually, she did not even care about him because her focus was on the painting with harsh brushstrokes.

She looked at it and sighed helplessly.

The matter of spirit guardians is not something that a human like him is interested in, especially now that in his embrace...

There is the one he adores the most.

Nigel Gawain's hands hold Gilbert's hands tightly. He closes his eyes and feels the warmth of his hands as well as his normal heartbeat...

He wishes to hold this pair of hands.

“I will never let go of your hands… Never, ever let go.”

Many have told me that you will never love me.

Many say that you will never be mine.

Even so, I'm still adamant about holding your hands.

Take hold of them.

Maybe you will say this is not love,

but it is to me.

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Elisa Gawain is brought back to the beautiful garden again.