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Theresia:  Theresia’s expression changed completely, her cheeks red at going from happiness to anger so quickly.
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Wilhelm:  Wilhelm dodged all her attempts to step on his foot.
human
Theresia:  “Ahh! You are the worst! Anyway, aren’t you about ready to answer me?”
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Wilhelm:  “—?”
human
Theresia:  “Why are you acting like you don’t know what I want?! I’m asking you to tell me your name!” She stamped the ground again.
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Wilhelm:  Wilhelm wondered what the problem was—and then questioned himself for wondering. All he had to do was tell her his name. It was only polite, and Wilhelm had no reason not to. Not even if it would provoke her terror and disgust. “It’s Wilhelm Trias.” If Theresia knew that the royal army called him “the Sword Devil” and what they said about him… The girl who loved flowers would revile him. The thought brought a strange ache to his chest.
human
Theresia:  “Wilhelm. Yes. Wilhelm, Wilhelm, Wilhelm.”
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Wilhelm:  “…Stop saying that.”
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Theresia:  “Huh. That’s a pretty nice name, I guess.” Her eyes glittered mischievously. Perhaps she thought she was paying him back for earlier. “It sounds very like you, Wilhelm.”
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Wilhelm:  Wilhelm was silent at this; he was feeling too many things at once to know how to respond.
human
Theresia:  “Still, it’s a little strange.”
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Wilhelm:  “Yeah?”
human
Theresia:  “I mean, it’s been three months since we met each other…but we’re just now getting introduced.” Theresia stuck out her tongue and smiled shyly. At the sight, Wilhelm felt the confusion of emotions in his chest evaporate. His body felt strangely light.
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Wilhelm:  “Why should we have known each other’s names? We didn’t have any interest in each other. We both just happened to show up here at the same time to do what we wanted to do.”
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Theresia:  “Really? I had a little interest in you. And it’s not like I don’t know anything about you, Wilhelm. You hate flowers, don’t you?”
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Wilhelm:  “…Yeah, that’s right. And, Theresia, you love them.”
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Theresia:  “Yes! See? We do know something about each other. We wanted to know.” She puffed out her chest triumphantly, and Wilhelm found the corners of his mouth turning up slightly of their own accord. It was rare for him: a smile that was neither ironic nor grim. “By the way, Wilhelm. Do you like flowers?” The question came at him unexpectedly, while he was trying hard to stiffen his cheeks to hide the involuntary smile. It was the same question as always—and yet, it meant something a little different today.
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Wilhelm:  “No, I hate them.” Even so, Wilhelm’s answer didn’t change. There was nothing to be gained by looking at plants. Certainly not the things that mattered to Wilhelm.
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Theresia:  “Oh? If that’s the case—” Normally it stopped with the question and the answer. But today it didn’t. Holding the hem of her skirt, Theresia turned away from him, so Wilhelm couldn’t see her expression. “—Why do you wield your sword?”
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Wilhelm:  “—” She had never asked this question before. In the three months they had known each other, there had always been flowers and a sword.