Part 446: Virion B

Virion? What happened to you? Your left cheek is red and swollen. Did someone strike you?

What, this? It's nothing! Just a memento from the trenches of love's battlefield. You see, I spied a pretty lass walking down the road, and asked her if she was a woman.

Ha ha! Oh, you should have heard the sound of her palm upon my cheek! Yes, well, one can't be too sure about these things, can one? Ah ha! Ha. ...Yes.

How... unfortunate.

Damnation, Libra! I've been like this ever since I mistook you! When I approach a woman, I'm frozen by the fear of committing another blunder! You have thrown gallant Virion off his game, and the world suffers as a a result!

Er, I'm sorry?

When I look at your soft, milky skin and glowing, lustrous locks of hair...

Well, it occurs to me that you must come from a very coddled background! Perhaps one of the finer noble houses? Royalty, even? Pray, tell me, good la-sir! Ha ha! Most good and noble sir! What is your lineage?

Sorry, Virion. I'm not from a noble house.

In fact, I was born to poor, humble parents who neglected me as a child. I only escaped their cruelty when I found the faith.

Extraordinary!

You're no tame rose gently cultivated in a well-tended garden... But a wild bloom that struggled out of barren soil with petals reaching for the sky! As well as being profoundly beautiful, you're also tough and tenacious!

Please, sir. Such praise makes me uncomfortable. I am but a humble servant of the gods.

Oh my! Look how your milky cheeks blush when I compliment you! It's so... Er... Yes! Right then! Good to see you again, old chum!

Virion? You are a very strange man.

(That I could possess only a tenth of his beauty... It's enchanting!)