T Y D O T S F

165

"Please go out."

bang.

After Durias finished speaking, I had to be kicked out.

The door slammed shut with a louder than usual bang.

A face filled with displeasure.

There was a bleak annoyance mixed in his eyes, as if he was wondering if he had to answer for something like this.

I was standing in the empty hallway in front of the door, biting my lip and muttering.

"But that doesn't mean I have to kick you out."

As I left Durias' room, the corners of my mouth went up at the pleasant sensation I felt at my fingertips.

I guess I'm reaching my limit, so I should at least reply.

It seemed like a good idea to give them a reward that would make it worth waiting at least a week.

"Hmm. I guess I'll have to take out my secret weapon."

I headed straight to my room and looked through my photo album. I took out a few photos from when I was young.

Among the photos were photos of the baby bird taken by Rosaria.

A figure holding a glass bottle full of cotton balls and star candies, standing haphazardly, hugging the stems next to the flowers.

Okay. Does this make you feel better?

"Miss, you came early today? ......Why are you taking out the photo?"

"I have someone to appease."

"......I have to appease...... Ah."

Rosaria knew that I was putting off replying to her letters.

Because I saw him stacking them up in his desk drawer and looking at them with pleasure whenever he had time.

"Are you planning to send me these pictures?"

"Yeah. I guess it's a bit weird to just eat it raw with a photo?"

It may feel like it's not enough to compensate for the whole week.

Sage has never seen my real body before, so I prepared this as a surprise gift. I wonder if it's not enough.

While I was deeply contemplating, Rosaria's crimson eyes suddenly closed.

The look in his eyes as he looked at the photo was very creepy.

"Rather than that......"

"Rather than that?"

I checked the photo to see if there was anything wrong. There was nothing strange.

Rosaria continued speaking as if she really didn't know.

"...He said that he would gladly accept even a pebble on the road if it was given to him as a gift by a young lady."

* * *

It's been a week already and I haven't heard back.

Who knew that when you said you'd take care of contacting me, that meant you'd kill me?

Sage's wall eyes were sharply stuck into the calendar.

Were you the type of person who was so desperate for contact?

In this unpleasant way

Sage burst into laughter at the thought of discovering a new side of himself.

"Eve."