"Are you asking if I have someone I like?"

I did.

The very woman you’ve been worshipping for the past thirty minutes, calling her beautiful, kind, gentle, radiant—Maria, of course!

Rick hid his crooked smirk behind his glass and played along.

"Haha, this isn’t exactly the kind of conversation grown men usually have over drinks. I don’t think I even had these kinds of talks when I was fourteen."

Arthur nodded with a bittersweet expression.

"It was the same for me. Back in my adolescence, the only discussions we had were about survival. A soldier in the family died in battle, a relative got attacked by monsters while mining mana stones, a food warehouse collapsed in an avalanche… things like that."

"……."

"So, to be here now, having survived this battle, sitting with you and talking about something as trivial as daily life—it feels like a dream."@@novelbin@@

"Ah, I see."

"Would you mind if I talked about Lady Maria a little more?"

"…Go ahead."

"Thank you. Actually, before I left for this campaign, Lady Maria gave me a gift—a hand-embroidered handkerchief."

"…Would the embroidery happen to be a bear with horns?"

"Daisies, actually. Since my departure was rather sudden, I didn’t even get the chance to properly inform her, let alone expect a gift. And yet, she still managed to hurriedly embroider something for me. I was grateful, of course, but what truly moved me was how adorably shy she was when she gave it to me…."

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