"..."
Ira smiled helplessly, then quickly suppressed his frustration and returned to normal, saying, "I just had a slight doubt about the correctness of my own dream, I was just getting carried away... It's rare to see me cry, isn't it?"
If we're talking about rare, it's extremely rare.
Or rather, this possibility simply doesn't exist in the Demon King's territory, or even in the imagination of anyone who knows Ira... Their brain capacity is simply incapable of conceiving the possibility of Ira crying.
To say that Satanie cried would be more accurate... Moreover, even Satanie only cried on the day her father died, and probably nothing else.
"The correctness of dreams..."
As Tikkap said this, he blinked and said, "I think Lord Ira's dream shouldn't be wrong... Even if it is wrong, it's not a big deal."
Oh, I see. Thank you so much, but... it still won't work.
As Ira made this assessment, he smiled gently and nodded in thanks for Tikkap's comfort.
"Well then, I'll take my leave now. Sweet dreams, Lady Ira... Hmm, I think Lady Ira's dream is something she truly loves, isn't it? That really has nothing to do with right or wrong."
Tikkap bowed, his body slowly fading into the room. He tilted his head slightly, an encouraging smile appearing on his lovely face, and said, "Just as Lord Ira once comforted me—"
"Love what you love, that's all."
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"..."
"..."
"【Love what you love】, oh, that makes sense..."
Ira muttered to himself, a smile slowly spreading across his face. After an awkward laugh, he looked at the completely illegible blueprints on the table and sighed helplessly, "Ha, I actually managed to enlighten myself with my own words."
Yes, right or wrong doesn't matter... Thank you, Tekkaman.
"I'll redraw the blueprints tonight; I don't know if I'll have enough time."
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