Since Ancient Times, No One Has Gathered the White Bones

A short story of 5,000 characters~

"General, this is the last cup. You can't drink any more."

"Hey, give it to me! You're not my wife, so how can you tell me what to do?"

"...So if I'm not your wife, I can't stop you?"

"Of course not!"

"All right, then."

The strategist's eyes were clear and bright, while her usually pale face flushed red.

"For today, I'll be your wife. Tomorrow, I'll go back to being your strategist."

It turned out that "today" meant this lifetime.

"Who says we have no clothes? I'll bring you home in triumph."

"General, thank you."

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