Light words continued to flow through the air. " "Only you?" Then "forever this life?". In the end it's just an illusion. Abuse of dopamine, sinking into a deep drunkenness to the bone marrow. Love with one heart? Love eternally?"

"I've heard enough of that stuff, ha." Otto smiled mockingly, sitting on the throne looking at you boredly.

“After all, my appearance or personality is based on your will.” He shrugs, his voice elegant and alluring. “Like 'you-the one who likes me'? It's also just self-love~"

Otto propped his hands on the arm of the chair and propped his chin, looking down at you sitting solemnly in front of him – a player who came to challenge his limits.

“You say you like me, that's true love. But eventually you'll get bored, right?"

"Self-interested love, fake love... It's mass-produced anyway."