Rose's Spirit (pt.1)

Looking at Arisa, both Alastor and Vian had different thoughts. Vian was itching to beat the living hell out of Arisa due to how she was acting with her Alastor, meanwhile, Alastor was a lot calmer. 

'She is being uselessly difficult, I can't let her have her way all the time. I need to know the real reason behind her coming after me like this.'

If a person needed something, would they care about the means they used to get it? The answer was simple, no. 

Unless there were some people who valued their morals more than their lives. But Alastor was not that type. 

Thus he approached the princess and held her hand, taking note of every little reaction she had. 

The light trembling of her fingers, the hotness of her skin, and the uneven breath she had. Alastor lowered his gaze as he kissed the back of her hand and whispered. 

"Are you sure about that? Did you not do anything special for me at all?"