Chapitre 118: Elric's truth

Things had gone well between Freya and Elric, though it was only outwardly. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about all the things he told her about himself. A day had passed, and yet she was still engrossed in the thoughts.

The way he mentioned that he killed the people that tried to use him was very strange. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he said that. She would really love to know more about that side of him. She wondered if he would tell her if she asked. He was very open with her the previous day anyway. She decided to ask him.

She climbed up the stairs and went to the balcony where he was, seated across a table, with an opened wine bottle on it, and in his hand, a glass half filled with a red liquid. He seemed to be enjoying the scenery ahead.

"Duk... Sorry, Elric." It was still a struggle, calling him by his name.

He turned to her. "Freya."