<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"No one can see us here. I have something that I want to tell you."</span> <br/><br/>However, there were truly no words to be said. Raising herself on the tips of her toes, her hand on his shoulder rose to the back of his head. And soon the tables were turned... Nyoko lunged at him, pressing her lips against his own. Shocked, his eyes widening... His arms wrapped around Nyoko's waist, returning the favor fervently. He could not believe it, being caught off guard by this woman. This woman whom he believed he would never feel anything for him. This woman, more beautiful than any other woman he had come to see. That Nyoko would actually feel for him...<br/><br/>Whilst Rosalia made no remark of Blake and Nyoko, her focus was more on Haruki. Watching closely, all fragments of emotion crumbling from his face. Until a cold and piercing glare remained. There was no longer a flame for Nyoko, but doubtless for her... Doubtless for creating Kurohana and Akaihana. Her dream and desire was to craft a sword that was powerful as well as beautiful. In Rosalia's mind, she was not wrong for that.<br/><br/>Rosalia eased her glare slightly, listening intently to this boy's words. Though she gave no damns about whether or not she had the right to look at him... <span style="color: #FF4080">"I could care less about you or your Master, boy. As far as I am concerned, I allowed one of my treasured swords to lie in hands so incompetent as yours..."</span> She finally arose from her chair, her eyes softening their glare, her face soon blooming with disappointment. <span style="color: #FF4080">"However, I ask that you and Nyoko to return Kurohana and Akaihana to me! It is clear that the products of my dream have been naught but a burden to you and your sister."</span></span>