PYRO'S POV

After Fira left the room, I stayed in front of the piano. I was not playing, just looking down on it.

Did I really play this because of Fira? She must be so special to me.

When I was with her, my chest was pounding so loud and happily. I need to find out what was the cause of my memory loss.

I heard a knock on the door. I was thinking that Fira came back, that was why I excitedly opened the door. My shoulder dropped as I saw Princess Ziraya. She smiled at me and bowed. “Good evening, your majesty.”

My mouth was not cooperating with...