Perhaps by pure coincidence, she suddenly remembered that the last time she left was in such a season.

The difference between the seasons here in Colossae is not obvious, because all the expressions are overshadowed by this gloom that seems to be born with the land, a layer of gray that cannot be erased, and there is no forgetting to balance nature with dark green.

At the handover of winter and spring, all living beings are struggling, sometimes top-heavy, sometimes drowsy, crying in the hard truth, choking to get what they want, compromising in elegant timidity, precipitating and sleeping without waking up.

I've never felt dizzy in a season like this, but that's just before I was nostalgic.

Later, when everything was only visible in the night sky, she realized how dazzling it was.

Dazzling as the tip of the cone, dangerous as the tip of the cone, not knowing proportion, sometimes numb and sometimes painful - all touching.

It's an unforgivable season.

……

It was obvious that Eric was too lazy to come out in the bath.

I don't know what caused the always warm bath water, the soothing aroma of the water softened the view of the whole room, not too close and not too far away, naturally around, and then merged, such a pleasure even Eric loved, although his focus at the moment should not fall on this kind of thing.

Even the intimately involved himself could have predicted how hard it would be to imagine what was going to happen tonight, and he didn't know whether he showed up without permission to give Jane a kind reminder or deliberately stir things up.

But I couldn't help but appear, in front of the eyes of this vampire princess. Before she vanished, before she collapsed, before she went to ruin, though he wasn't sure if this meeting would be a farewell.

Even if you are in the same room, you can feel the cold aura that surrounds the woman, not bitter, but more like nothing, and even if there is, it will disappear, as if nothing can survive and grow around her, this is the fate that must wither, it is the innate ability to go wherever the body that is always a work of art goes. All exert the ability to automatically cool down. Including the atmosphere, it is bound to be attacked.

Eric lazily leaned back against the bath, his eyes slightly misty, looking at the bubbles floating in the air, fragile things that could shatter at any moment. He didn't know what he would be happier to see. Or rather, he doesn't know what kind of role he prefers to play.

Not good at it. It's joy, and that's what he wants.

I believe that an answer will always be found. But was she still there then? And what about him? Is it also ......

Eric sank down, blocking all avenues of breathing, and he held out longer than the average person, and found that neither Jane nor the maid cared if he was committing suicide or not or not, so he chose to put an end to this act of attention.

"Whew-"

After Eric had slipped on his bathrobe and covered up all the places that should be covered, he walked to the dresser, and as soon as he walked behind Jane, he found that the swift maid had already put on some of Jane's makeup.

Although it was only through the mirror, he could still clearly feel her amazing beauty.

There is no need to apply powder, the woman's skin is already extremely white, and she has the life of a purebred vampire, she doesn't need to be deliberately dressed up to have the beauty that everything in the world is poured into, but she still needs to decorate, and this decoration is not to try her best to set off her amazingness, but to soften the extreme coldness that also exists.

Eric looked deeply at the dark green eyes reflected in the mirror, which seemed to be able to soak all life in pitch black, and at the same time left no room for the rest of the illusion - Eric involuntarily forgot to breathe, because the sight of such eyes reminded him of the dead wood woods that had lost their skeleton in winter, the sky and ice and snow were irregularly divided, and the cold moonlight and dead silence.

――Do you understand what sadness is?

- It approaches you, but you don't know it.

- What about despair?

-- It comes casually, and you can't dig into it, you can only accept it.

-- And death......

- No, refuse to mention it again.

"I guess that's what you think!"

Jane's sudden voice brought back Eric's thoughts of asking for help, and he snapped back to his senses and settled his mind to find that Jane's lips were still the same color.

"You mean lipstick?" As he spoke, he looked at the maid and saw that the maid was also in a state of confusion, as if Jane could immediately lash out at whatever color her hand was reaching, for that was what her expression proclaimed, and could be called a silent threat.

Eric pondered what the woman had just said to himself, and his brain had crashed for a moment due to the previous memories.

What do you think? What do you think?

Just as he began to wonder if the woman would laugh at his rare misdemeanor, he saw Jane suddenly laugh.

His eyes met in the mirror, and then he saw the woman gently bite his lips, letting her own blood stain her lips red.

"For me, that's the best fit!"

Eric looked deeply at the dark green eyes reflected in the mirror, which seemed to be able to soak all life in pitch black, and at the same time left no room for the rest of the illusion - Eric involuntarily forgot to breathe, because the sight of such eyes reminded him of the dead wood woods that had lost their skeleton in winter, the sky and ice and snow were irregularly divided, and the cold moonlight and dead silence.

――Do you understand what sadness is?

- It approaches you, but you don't know it.

- What about despair?

-- It comes casually, and you can't dig into it, you can only accept it.

-- And death......

- No, refuse to mention it again.

"I guess that's what you think!"

Jane's sudden voice brought back Eric's thoughts of asking for help, and he snapped back to his senses and settled his mind to find that Jane's lips were still the same color.

"You mean lipstick?" As he spoke, he looked at the maid and saw that the maid was also in a state of confusion, as if Jane could immediately lash out at whatever color her hand was reaching, for that was what her expression proclaimed, and could be called a silent threat.

Eric pondered what the woman had just said to himself, and his brain had crashed for a moment due to the previous memories.

What do you think? What do you think?

Just as he began to wonder if the woman would laugh at his rare misdemeanor, he saw Jane suddenly laugh. (To be continued.) )