“Didn’t your future self teach you how to win me over?”
A somewhat wicked Blood Princess reached out a slender finger and lightly poked the shy boy in front of her.
“Who would ever teach someone something like that? Besides, you never said you were a girl...”
The boy’s retort sounded rather feeble.
“Hehe, so now we’re getting a classic, passionate tale of a legendary swordsman who was supposedly ‘dead’ and a beautiful girl (?) lord!”
“Allow me to object. I’m not a beautiful girl!”
“Hmm... Then I’ll train you into a legendary swordsman, Yusa, and I’ll be the lord. Ohohohoho!”
“Huh? You do it, then!” The boy pushed the mountain of paperwork in front of him toward the Blood Princess. It worked even better than a cross. In an instant, she vanished without a trace.
On a snowy night, the young lord found the drunken Blood Princess in a tavern. He gave her a reason to keep living, and won himself the chance to reach a happy ending.
