Liberta ch3

p1
>So you were on the balcony.
>In the nude...
>Nya.

>You... don't smoke, right? Do you hate it?
>No...

>I hate the smoke that strangers puff out.

p2
>But I want to breathe in the cigarette smoke of someone I love.

>You're gonna die young like that...

>Are you sure you don't need to go home? It's a weekday tomorrow, right?
>It's fine... It'll work out somehow... Besides...

>I don't give a damn about work.

p3
>I've...
>become desperate.

>I've come to hate every little thing.
>You might think I'm being spoiled but...
>I wanted to escape from my current lifestyle...
>That's when that kind man called out to me...

>And that man proceeded to attack you...
>Quite the unlucky one. Fufufu.

>Long ago, I also got desperate... and ran away...
>from the king.

p4
>As a result, I've had assassins on my tail ever since.

>Going out with someone like me....
>would be impossible, woudldn't it?

>For my heart to be throbbing in a situation like this...
>There must be something wrong with me.