The Adult-Game Mage Tells an Old Tale (NSFW)

Knock knock.

There was no time to wait for the door to open.

Rattle.

The door opened as if it had been waiting, and familiar pink hair poked out.

"I-I was waiting for you."

Phila greeted me in a somewhat excited voice.

When I entered, the workshop had been tidied up.

There were no towers of books, no parchments scattered across the floor, nor any materials piled in the corners or clothes and materials hanging from the ceiling.

On the neatly organized workbench lay a single opened letter.

"What's that?"...