The Crimson Flame
The two of them were conversing a little far.
Ezrahl paused when he caught their glimpses through the trees and bushes. But before he could say anything, their words made him entirely stop.
Under the shade of rustling green leaves, Aesther was speechless after hearing Ahzure's question. She seemed a bit confused but then rolled her eyes and asked the same question back to him.
"Well, what do you think about Ezrahl?"
Aesther was not sure why Ahzure asked such a question out of the blue. But now that he mentioned it, she too wanted to know the same thing.
She had been naive in her last life.
But Ahzure was wise, he always knew his way around things. He was humble, kind, and yet stern enough when the situation could rise. Nonetheless, he met a tragic hand in the hands of a person he trusted most.
She wondered what held him back.