This villain, please exercise some restraint.

"Good, good, good!"

Perhaps he found it funny, or perhaps he was laughing out of anger, the butler stood up, sneered, and uttered three "good"s in a row.

For a moment, he couldn't understand why the pointer pointed to the loser.

It would point to the creation that he had once avoided and even voluntarily discarded part of.

He clearly remembered that there was no seed of love in this creation.

Could it be that something went wrong during the discarding process?

Was it a coincidence that led to this outcome?

If Mizutsuki were still alive, the pointer that always guides love would not appear.

Because there is no love anymore, love no longer exists, it has been thrown away by him...his own hands.

That's how it should be.

The "lover" who occupied the butler's body thought vaguely.

But why did he feel so heartbroken? So sorry? So remorseful? So…jealous?

He thought that with the passage of time, he had become calm and composed.

But with so many strong emotions surging from his heart at once, he still felt... unable to control his emotions.

This is the real Mizuki, his former beloved in another world, the world where he was born.

The moment he saw her, he didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. He knew that Mizutsuki was doing well now, and his sudden appearance would only disrupt her peaceful life.

When everything is over perfectly and his ideal country is finally realized, it will be the perfect beginning for him and her.

She once died for his ideals, and now, after everything has settled, he decides to return to his long-forgotten identity.

She no longer had to make any sacrifices, and he would go see her after he had done everything.

And now, his beloved has thrown herself into the arms of his clone.

To be precise, his clone fell into the arms of his beloved.

The "lover's" pupils reflected the two people hugging each other tightly. At this moment, whether it was A Kun, Jiezhi, or even the "world", they seemed to no longer be important in his eyes.

He could only see the two people hugging each other.

That should have been his, it should have been his, it should have been his!

The nameless fire of jealousy was like igniting weeds, instantly melting the "lover's" sanity.

"Today is Valentine's Day."

He stared at the two of them and muttered to himself, "Have you guys thought about Valentine's Day too?"

The blonde girl smiled gently. She looked at the short boy with stars twinkling in her eyes. "Yes, Ah Hou, today is Valentine's Day. I want to eat the matcha cake you made for me."

"Miss Jin, I can do it for you."

The "lover" in the guise of a butler said, "I'm really good at making matcha cake."

"Ah? So that's how it is? Then I'll have to trouble you to make the cake for us. I didn't expect you to be so kind."

The short boy, who was originally a little distressed, thanked him directly.

"Miss Jin, I haven't celebrated Valentine's Day for a long time. Can you spend one with me?"

Hearing this unreasonable request, the blonde girl seemed a little angry, "Ah Hou, he is so rude, let's go!"

She pulled the short boy up and was about to leave.

The short boy stood there with a puzzled look on his face. "Sui No Yue, it's okay. After all, he was my former boss. He's been lonely for many years too. I don't mind if you spend Valentine's Day with him."

The blonde girl had a look of disbelief on her face and looked very sad.

"Ah Hou, you..."

"If you don't love her, don't accept her kindness and then trample on her!"

"You can just refuse directly."

The "lover" gritted his teeth, nameless anger making it difficult for him to control himself. Hearing such words made him feel more uncomfortable than being scolded himself, or than being scolded by others before.

That was his true love, that was his true love!

"Oh, I see, sir. I thought you would like it."

The short boy smiled a little innocently.

"Please be careful with your words and don't speak to Ah Hou in that tone. Otherwise, I won't spend Valentine's Day with you."

The blonde girl looked at her "lover" with a cold expression.

The lover was speechless for a long time before he finally uttered a sentence, word by word, "Dear, what if I tell you that I will be a marquis?"

"Are you kidding?! The needle always points to the direction of love. The things he left behind will not deceive me."

Different, something seems to be different.

The girl seemed to have been trapped by a pointer, trapped by his past and his past title.

She seemed to have changed nothing, yet also seemed to have changed a lot.

The pointer was destined to never point to him again. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should cry or not.

Is what the pointer indicates really correct?

He looked at the short boy with a narrow smile on his face. There had never been a moment when he felt envious and jealous.

Even though the short boy was once a part of him, he still couldn't reconcile with himself. He hated and enslaved one copy after another. What he waited for in the long time was nothing but an ending.

Perhaps his ending was already determined when he lost hope and abandoned love.

Now he no longer knows what love is, nor does he know how to love someone. Only the most primitive jealousy and possessiveness are at work.

"Sir, if you have improper thoughts about my lover, there's no need to use such a lame excuse, right?"

The short boy's words were still lukewarm, but they always irritated his nerves.

The blonde girl smiled gently, "Water Moon will always follow the direction of Ah Hou."

A very familiar sentence.

The "lover" just felt inexplicably heartbroken, and at the same time, the taut string of reason finally broke.

Suddenly, he laughed softly, stretched out his hand, and a ball of blood-colored mist was shot into the body of the blonde girl at an extremely fast speed.

And the next moment, a blood-red iron chain shot out from his palm and headed straight towards the short boy. The next moment, it pierced through the heart of the boy with the white wolf tail.

Kill with one blow.

Purple thunder then fell and struck the "lover" hiding in the butler's body.

In an instant, the "lover" was torn to pieces and disappeared forever.

The blonde girl still smiled gently. She turned around lightly and turned into the appearance of "the world".

"The World" smiled gently, turning a blind eye to the bloody scene in front of it, as if nothing had happened.

He stretched out his palm, and in it was a blood-red pill.

"The 'lover' truly no longer knows what love is. His method is to use 'plague' to make his beloved lose the ability to love. Love is a plague, and not loving is also a plague."

The short boy seemed to understand, but not quite. Everything happened so fast that he almost thought he would be seen through.

"A plague can make love impossible, but it can also make someone who doesn't love, become someone who can love."

"World" said, handing the pill in his hand to the short boy.

"You said you wanted to know that forgotten memory, why you are so obsessed with love, and why you can't feel emotions. Eat this, and you will find the answer."

"The choice is yours, but when you learn to love——"

The World stretched out its hand, and a Lovers card appeared in its palm. "You are going to become a Lover.

"I believe that by then, you will be...better than your predecessor, because love should be broader."

The "World" slightly bent its five fingers, and the "Lover" card disappeared.

The short boy put away the pill and looked at the wolf-tailed boy who was lying on the ground, deader than dead. The bright red blood had soaked his white hair, and he looked extremely miserable.

"What about him? Is he...really dead?"

"The World" stepped over the pool of blood, grabbed the unconscious Temperance, and casually glanced at the corpse on the ground.

"The lover's attack was fatal and he did die."

"But he must die. Otherwise, the 'lover' cannot be completely eliminated, and it will bring disaster to the world."

"Therefore, his death was worth it."

After saying this, "world" disappeared without a trace along with restraint.