Amoux's Point of view

I pressed my face where the heat had burnt from the smack she had given me as I watched her go away from me. I was stunned by what she did, that even if she dashed, I would outrun her.

However, I arrived late because she had already secured the door. I was well aware that I could smash down this door, but I refrained from doing so out of fear of frightening her. Each time I see her blue eyes, it's as if someone urges me to protect her...

Yet, I am aware that this doesn't seem right...

I knew she'd despise me when she...