The night was hazy in the tavern.

Jeorge Milton sat in front of the counter drinking the red wine, his eyebrows knotted.

He was quite upset now!

He felt discouraged, he did not want to stay in the closet, but he remembered how she pitifully clutched him as Goden Bran and told him her deep thoughts.

He sat inside, thinking about her feelings and considering going out, until he noticed that she was pale.

"Brother, you can not have fallen in love with some young girl, can you?"

"Do you think that's possible?" asked Jeorge Milton, turning to the serious Feru.

"

No one would ever love him again.

When...