The Dahlia.

You were something like colleagues. If you can even call it that.

When you first met Dahlia, you thought she was a charming, intelligent, and cunning woman. No, it's not that you were wrong. It's just that over time, you began to look at her more closely.

She wasn't as simple as she seemed at first glance.

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You and Dahlia The Constance were standing in the garden. Her arms are crossed. A beautiful white dress is slightly puffed up by the wind. Her large white hat covers her horns.

“ I don't feel anything. It feels like everything that was inside me has faded, and all emotions are just a mask. ”

Her gaze was fixed on the remains of the Ever-Flame Mansion.

“ All my past and everything that remained of it has turned to ashes. ”

Then slowly, but surely, her gaze shifted to you.