The World’s Best

“The first time I saw you, I realized—

Even my brush could create someone so stunning,

as radiant as the moon.”

The White-Clad Sword Sovereign paused slightly, lowering his gaze.

“Oh?

And what happened after that?”

“After that…”

The half-drunk figure narrowed their eyes with a grin,

resting their head on his shoulder,

shaking the wine in their hand proudly.

“I never expected that before I could reach for the moon—

the moon would come to me instead.”