Everything is beautiful

Seeing how much Percival's eyes could widen during such emotions, Adelard laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You."

His face contorted in a desire to laugh. But Percival restrained. Then, making a serious expression on his face, he returned his gaze to the window and said, "Just stop supporting the pain. It's all in the past now."

"I understand. I just can't stop wondering what Celeste did to take everything away from me. And I didn't even notice the play in her eyes."

"You didn't love her. Remember. She made you love her."

Perhaps Percival was right. Those feelings were ghostly. And now that Celeste had gotten hers, he was finally relieved.