Chapter 3: The Delinquent of the Marquisate (1)
“That was close.”
Back in my room, I took a deep breath and ran a hand over my chest.
All I did was greet Asella, but it felt like my lifespan had just been cut short by ten years.
At this rate, I might survive the apocalypse only to drop dead from sheer stress.
“I need to erase those bad endings quickly. My heart can't handle this.”
Even when she was younger, Asella was someone I could never let my guard down around.
I should've noticed it the moment I saw those eyes of hers.
“Asella is responsible for quite a few bad endings.”
I scrolled through the list and counted roughly fifty. It was more than I remembered.
“The best option would be for Asella to just quietly die, but...”
The problem is her magic.
It’s not something that can be dealt with easily.