The First Letter (58)

Silence descended upon the clinic. The Saintess was still gazing at me with a smile on her face, while I could do nothing but move my lips without managing to say a word.

It was strange. The air felt a little colder, and although the Saintess’s smile was as warm as ever, a cold sweat ran down my back.

My mouth only managed a stammered, “Uh, um……”

It was because I could not understand the intent behind her question. Celin and Seria were fighting over me, and she was asking whether I liked it?

Of course I didn’t. I couldn’t even understand why she had asked such a question in the first place.

Even so, a vague sense of urgency told me that I had to answer properly. It was then, while I was hesitating like that,

that a small laugh escaped the Saintess’s lips as she stared at me without saying anything.

“Pfft… Ahahahaha!”

And with that laugh as its beginning, the Saintess burst into uproarious laughter, as though water had poured out all at once after a crack formed in a dam. She must have found it terribly amusing, because faint tears even gathered in her eyes.

After laughing for a while as she drummed on the desk, the Saintess let out the lingering remnants of her laughter when she saw me staring at her in bewilderment...