You couldn't love him. No, no, the demon was not allowed to fall in love with people, especially someone as pure and gentle as Armin... You are a demon and he is a man.

But you returned again under the same tree where you first met him. Sitting under the crown of an old oak tree, Armin wove a wreath of flowers that he collected for you along the way.

He smiled, looking at the thin stems.

"My mother loves daisies very much. They are simple but very beautiful. And not picky!!"