I stared at the moon above—it was breathtakingly beautiful tonight. The night was quiet, almost too quiet. The only sounds I could hear were the chirping of insects and the distant croaking of frogs.
Next to me, Envi lay sprawled on the ground, occasionally groaning as he clutched his bruised face—his face that I had just finished punching.
I wasn't any better. My face and stomach throbbed from his blows. Both of us were hurting, silently enduring the pain.
He was waiting. Waiting for me to explain—waiting for the reason why I was so fiercely against his idea of a harem.
I took a deep breath, slowly letting it out, trying to steady myself—my heart, my mind—and then I began to speak.
"Envi... you know about my family background, don't you?" I asked, my voice a little hoarse.
"Uh… yeah. I do," Envi replied awkwardly. "But… come on, that's your old life. This is your second chance! You can be whoever you want to be now!" he said, trying to sound encouraging.
