Not Trying to Lecture You

His eyes were unfocused, and he was obviously lost in thought. To be exact, he was once again thinking of that person as he stared at the familiar racing ground... Connor sighed and couldn't help but say, "I'm not trying to lecture you, Frank, but there are many girls in this world who are better than Lucille." "There are girls who are more gentle, more romantic, more beautiful... Actually, scratch that. There's no one prettier than her." There was no doubt about her beauty. However, that was not the point. The point was that Lucille was already dead. The former God of War of Dilsburg, the eldest daughter of the Jules family, was dead. What was the point of being stuck in the past? Connor pointed at the girl who had just started the horse race and said, "Lucille is not the only one who can ride horses!" Frank sneered. His smile was extremely cold, with intense sarcasm and disdain. His gaze was icy, and he replied quietly. "That's it? A bunch of average girls? Are they really on Lucille