I Need You

Olivia, who had looked a little surprised, rested her chin on her hand and asked.

“What do you mean, something I’d regret?”

“Being drunk and not in one’s right mind doesn’t grant immunity for everything one says.”

Her dry eyes gazed deeply at Ferda.

Her gaze revealed nothing of her intentions.

Then she said,

“Let’s do this. Regent, please be my first.”

“……What did you say?”

She set down the bottle and rose from her seat.

With a dagger in hand, she staggered toward Ferda...