Seeing her… certain emotions welled up inside Lihar.
Lihar couldn't quite tell what it was exactly. Love? Or simple admiration? Perhaps lust. Whatever it was exactly, he didn't know. But it was true that he had strong feelings towards her. Or at least, his head was filled with thoughts of the woman trying her best to find her husband.
But these feelings of affection towards Murkato gave birth to a different set of feelings. Ones of distaste towards himself.
If he had just liked Murkato, that was fine. He had friends who had crushes on their teachers and on widows. It wasn't impossible for teenage boys like him to look at older women.
But the problem was, this was his third crush this year. The first was Rikka, the soldier-in-training that died when the nobles of Fest decided to physically get involved with the commoners. The second was Eliseline, and now it was Murkato.