‘I suppose this is what he was preparing before.’

Lyla glanced at the documents Zich was holding. She could almost feel the emotions that the writers must have felt as they wrote each page and letter, and that made her rage intensify. Although she had a slight bit of sympathy for Condel in the corner of her heart, knowing that he had committed his crime for the person he loved, all traces of that disappeared with the diaries and letters that Zich pulled out now. She glared chillingly at Condel.

“I’m sure your love was precious and amazing— at least to you. I admit it. A person is free to think however they like, and I won’t argue with you about that. But you know, as someone who values love so, so much, don’t you think these people would have also valued their love as much too? Yet, you mercilessly stomped on all these people’s hearts and broke them into pieces. So, how could you say that you simply wanted to see the person you loved one more time?” Zich handed Condel several more diary entries and letters.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? If you are so confident, why don’t you blabber on like you did before?”

“…” Condel couldn’t say anything....