Love Letter From The Future

There was no reason to hesitate any longer.

I stood up and walked straight toward the Saintess. Fueled by the alcohol, I acted without restraint. After all, wasn’t a delicious meal laid out right before me?

Leto’s words once again came to mind.

Didn’t he say that overturning a fully set table was impolite?

He couldn’t have been more right.

But even in her drunken state, the Saintess was still a Saintess.

Surprisingly, she was the one who became flustered by my sudden shift in demeanor. Her body flinched slightly with every step I took towards her.

She kept nervously glancing at me before cautiously asking,

“Uh, are you really going to… heut?!”