-Corrine-

Was that—?

I narrowed my eyes as I walked closer.

“Andrew?”

Andrew smiled at me and extended his hand.

“Corrine.”

His voice sounded different—softer than usual, unlike his usual self. He reached out, silently urging me to come closer.

It was difficult to step into the battle arena while wearing a dress and holding a bouquet of roses. When I finally managed to stand before Andrew, I realized he was dressed in a black suit with a matching black shirt.

“Did you just come from a funeral?” I asked, frowning.

Andrew laughed. “Do I look that miserable? Would you prefer me to wear nothing at all?”

My face heated...