BOUND TO THE DEMON LORD
“Trouble in the heart, eh? You drink like someone carved it out and left it bleeding.”
Nil didn’t look up, only let out a short, humorless laugh.
“Ah… I see,” Garin continued, leaning back casually, studying him. “So… tell me, friend, what’s the story? You look like heartbreak’s got you by the throat.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
Nil sighed, setting the cup down with a soft thud. “I’m just… stupid. I feel really stupid.”
“Stupid, eh?” Garin raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”
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