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| − | + | The hunger for love consumes me. |
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| − | + | But does that surprise anyone? The moment that my sons grew taller than me, they forgot their love and respect towards their mother and ended up gradually becoming like their fathers. |
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| − | + | Now that I think about it, when I married my first husband, I had not yet taken on the troublesome position of the Maou. Gwendal's father was a man with quite the hard face and as a young maiden, I ended up being drawn to his sombreness. The fact that he looked older than he really was is exactly like Gwen today. |
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| − | + | On the other hand, my third marriage partner was a young man who had intense mood swings. He was adorable, just like a nervous puppy, and I would suddenly find myself wanting to pet him. Although Wolfram looks like me, his temperament comes entirely from his father. |
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| + | The encounter that left the biggest impression was the shocking one with Conrart's father. When I hid him away from his pursuers on one of my travels, we ended up falling in love with each other. I didn’t care about our differences in status or species. I mean, love is everything in this world and all is equal before it! But you know, I saw them - the two tattoos on his left arm. They were the sign used by humans to mark those who have been found guilty of a serious crime and banished from their lands. He was a criminal on the run! |
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| − | But the one that left an impression, was meeting Conrad's dad. It was a shocking encounter. We fell in love with each other on one of my travels, when I helped him hide from his pursuers. He was a human who had nothing but his skills with the sword, but I didn't care about his identity or social position. After all, love is the most important thing in the world, and it knows no distinctions! |
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| + | Ah, a sinner of love! How wonderful! |
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| − | But then, you know? I saw them. He had two tattoos on his left arm. They were the signs used by humans to mark those who have been found guilty of a serious crime and banished from their lands. He was a criminal on the run. |
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| + | If so then I am a huntress of love! I'll pull my bow as long as I have strength. No one can escape from my hunt! |
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| − | Ahh, the love of a criminal! How wonderful! |
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| − | That’s why I'm a huntress of love! As long as there is even the tiniest spark of energy in me, I will draw my bow. No one will escape my arrows of love! |
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Latest revision as of 09:53, 9 December 2016
Prologue[edit]
The hunger for love consumes me.
But does that surprise anyone? The moment that my sons grew taller than me, they forgot their love and respect towards their mother and ended up gradually becoming like their fathers.
Now that I think about it, when I married my first husband, I had not yet taken on the troublesome position of the Maou. Gwendal's father was a man with quite the hard face and as a young maiden, I ended up being drawn to his sombreness. The fact that he looked older than he really was is exactly like Gwen today.
On the other hand, my third marriage partner was a young man who had intense mood swings. He was adorable, just like a nervous puppy, and I would suddenly find myself wanting to pet him. Although Wolfram looks like me, his temperament comes entirely from his father.
The encounter that left the biggest impression was the shocking one with Conrart's father. When I hid him away from his pursuers on one of my travels, we ended up falling in love with each other. I didn’t care about our differences in status or species. I mean, love is everything in this world and all is equal before it! But you know, I saw them - the two tattoos on his left arm. They were the sign used by humans to mark those who have been found guilty of a serious crime and banished from their lands. He was a criminal on the run!
Ah, a sinner of love! How wonderful!
If so then I am a huntress of love! I'll pull my bow as long as I have strength. No one can escape from my hunt!
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