Uh, isn’t this getting a little too serious?

Even the Oath of the Peach Garden wasn’t this dramatic!

I disrupted the mood.

“Hey, we’re just drinking buddies who meet up occasionally. Don’t get so intense. I’m going to keep living a deeply embarrassing life, so you should just go with the flow too.”

“I meant what I said.”

“Let go of my hand. A handshake between friends doesn’t need to go beyond this.”

“…Understood.”

I spoke firmly, and he let go. A faint tingling sensation lingered in my hand.

I hadn’t even said anything that significant, but his reaction was so… intense.

Almost enough to make me feel guilty.

Our connection will never last long.

If I safely marry Tristan, I won’t be coming here anymore.

…But if I don’t?

That’s what Plan B was for.@@novelbin@@

Originally, I planned to earn enough coins to ask Madame Abigail to introduce me to a decent man. But now, even if I saved up money, I’d have to use it for my sister.

Still, I wouldn’t change my decision.

Percival deviated from the original story because of my influence… I can’t let my sister marry him without at least having some kind of leash on his weak spot.

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