Epilogue (3)

It was a desperate attempt to woo me.

At least, that’s how it felt to me.

I rose from the plush bed, feeling sorry for her.

Perhaps puzzled by my getting up, Aria tilted her head.

Then her ebony-black hair fell across her cheek.

The sight was undeniably sensual.

Was it really all right for a Saintess to be this alluring?

“Ashtein?”

Her clear voice was refreshing to the ear.

I forced myself to ignore her and walked over to the table, where I drank a glass of water...