Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

Within the girl’s crimson-red eyes were reflected the tiny candle flame, as well as the man before her filling them completely.

Even though she was so nervous that even her eyelashes trembled slightly—

She still stubbornly raised her head without retreating even half a step.

Lance looked at the face so close before him, its cheeks dyed scarlet from shyness.

Of course, he knew that on Earth, there was absolutely no outrageous birthday custom that required people to kiss.

But he did not expose this clumsy little test.

The girl had already revealed her feelings to him without holding anything back.

Lance stood up, walked around the small round table, and arrived before Cecilia.

“That’s not a custom, Cecilia.”