Civilization and etiquette are things that come into existence only after the birth of rules and order.
During the years of war, when nothing was certain from one day to the next, moral decay was the norm.
Flandre had her principles and wasn't one to cling, but under the interweaving of various desires, her twisted yearning always made her inexplicably unable to face Kael.
When they had first met, he could be said to be a total stranger to her.
True, she had occasionally paid attention to him in the past, but indeed, she hadn't seen him much since childhood.
She knew he was named Kael, but he didn't know she was called Flandre.
This was their first encounter as adults.
In the turbulent revelry of that hazy banquet at Lion Heart Castle, the young man's lips curled into almost a provocative smile, as if he was declaring war on the entire Lionheart Family.
At that moment, she believed that even her father could find no fault in him.
This was a lion.
