‘She knows how to be nervous.’ 

Grid’s expression was bright when he returned to Reinhardt. It was because the emotions he felt while dating Marie Rose were pleasant in many ways. 

Marie Rose’s outstretched hand—her hands, which were icy cold when he first held it, gradually turned warm. Finally, it was sticky with sweat. It was a pleasant stickiness. A strange sense of connection was formed after knowing that she was as nervous as him. The appearance of her being outwardly calm while feeling awkward and nervous felt quite pure. 

He thought she was an untouchable Absolute, but he realized that she was a person like him. Besides, her bodily fluids smelled good. 

It was a fact that he had known since she stole a kiss from him in the past. The kiss, which had been filled with a dizzying pain and pleasure through the blood shed, was still strongly imprinted on Grid’s mind. Her hands smelled like flowers... 

Grid, who had been sniffing Marie Rose’s sweaty hands, soon made up his mind. 

‘Let’s kill Baal and then go and see her often.’ 

The source of Marie Rose’s anguish lay with Baal. She thought that her act of hostility toward Baal was for her mother’s sake and she seemed to feel some anxiety about it. The cause of the anxiety...