I Sent It at Midnight Last Night, and It's Already Here?

Chapter 163

This is fucking bewildering.

I'm bewildered, though.

'Why does this guess feel like it's one hundred percent correct?'

The true nature hidden beneath the cool-headed image Elysia shows the world as the Lady of Rosenberg.

No matter how I looked at it, she was clearly a 100-percent F-type emotional sap who had grown up starved for affection.

This metaphorical, childish, yet romantic sort of thing.

It was obvious that this was the answer piercing straight through the very heart of Elysia's tastes.

"……."

I scrubbed my face with both hands...