Love Letter From The Future

623 – 7.5 Season is Autumn (12)

The past few months have been a series of farewells.

My childhood friend went missing, my dear junior left, and my fiancé went to Daesoorim with his teacher.

Didn’t even her beloved wife say goodbye to me?

It was a week before the artifacts found in the Hastur family’s gold mine arrived.

The reason why the saintess, who had been absent from the temple for a while, came to my room.

Just as I was about to take out some cheap whiskey from the cupboard and fill my glass, I had no choice but to freeze on the spot. Even if I didn’t, it was me who had been drinking too much these days.

Of course, the saintess, who was living a life that was no different from a companion, did not have the courage to look at this with her beautiful eyes. She asked me what she was doing in the yard where her body wasn’t fully cured, and I tried to cut down on her drinking, and even ended up having an affair, but there was no law to stop my drinking.

Because alcohol was an emotional anesthetic.

There was a tenacious aspect of human tenacity to forget the pain. Even I, who thought I had mastered all kinds of pain, couldn’t overcome the wounds in my heart.

No choice but to slow down the heart by drinking cheap whiskey.

Of course, that wasn’t the right response.

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I was well aware of that fact, and that’s why I used to limit my drinking to late at night. If you get so drunk that you can’t go about your daily life even during the day, there’s nothing more pathetic than that.

Honestly, there was a feeling of wanting to do that in a corner of my heart.

It was just that the weight of responsibility on my back pressed me down.

The morning star of mankind and the hunter of darkness.

If I see myself crumbling, the ripple effect will never end with me alone.

Of course, it didn’t change the fact that the saintess’ spirit would collapse either way.

The silence was long. The saintess was staring at me without saying anything, and it was only after a while that I cleared my throat as I put the whiskey bottle down on the floor.

“…… Are you here?”

“What do you hide so naturally? Why don’t you put it back right away?!”

In the end I had to put the whiskey back in the cupboard like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse.

Who didn’t? Marriage is the grave of life.

I had to feel as if the words made little sense.

Even after that, the saintess’ nagging continued. She really couldn’t have been more cruel.

“Ian, did I tell you? Your body hasn’t been cured yet… It’s strange that the inside is so messy that it’s almost like a patched-up rag! But are you drinking again?”

At the saintess’s fiery shouts, my eyes fluttered down.

Stealing alcohol and even ripping you off.

It reminded me of the golden advice of life seniors to postpone marriage as much as possible. With a visibly sullen face, I had no choice but to raise a timid objection.

“No, I’ve been fighting well despite drinking… ….”

“Oh no, I can’t live!”

A saintess who slams my chest hard while doing so, as if feeling frustrated.

The heavy and elastic texture is visually conveyed. Seeing this, I suddenly had this thought.

Marriage wouldn’t be so bad.

I felt like all the seniors in my life who gave advice like they were proud of themselves. With such a lovely wife, how could he have such a heart?

However, unlike my heart, which changed every moment, the saintess could not abandon her lamentable expression from beginning to end.

“How are you going to live without me? You must be drinking alcohol every day again!”

“Then we can live together forever.”

“Whew.”

At my reasonable objection, the saintess only sighed.

Or rather, she seemed to feel slightly better. Even so, it was just an unfounded inference based on my intuition.

The saintess shook her head as if she couldn’t help it.

“Really, I know I can put up with it because it’s me… If not, it’s already a divorce.”

While doing so, the saintess’s hand trembled and she pulled the chair across from me. She is the wife who sits across from me.

Before I knew it, the light pink pupils were filled with worry.

The woman asked me, resting her chin on it.

“Why didn’t you go back to your hometown?”

Maybe it was because it was an unexpected question.

I couldn’t answer for a while like someone caught off guard. How much for that

My mouth managed to find an excuse.

“…… I have nothing to go to.”

“When did you go because you had something to do? It’s vacation.”

It was as he said.

A few months after the vampire attack.

At that time, the academy was maintaining a strange level of calm. It might be because the loss of one of the Seven Sins was painful even for the Dark Church.

Or maybe they were conspiring beyond that.

Of course, the season was already passing by autumn. It was a time when the air that was supposed to be chilly brought cold air from the north.

So it’s only natural that vacations come to the academy as the seasons flow.

But I was still staying at the academy.

Anyway, the saintess seemed to have read my change of heart from that unfamiliar move.

“Are you scared?”

A careful yet firm question.

Huh, I sighed and averted my gaze. I desperately thought of the whiskey I had returned to the cupboard.

As the silence continued for a long time, the saintess continued to relent.

“It’s been months since I’ve been crying like that, what the hell… I am a wife. Can’t her wife listen to her husband? Why can’t you answer…….”

“Alcohol.”

I don’t know if it’s a moan or a sigh.

As I let out such a painful tone, I lowered my eyes slightly.

“Give me a drink and I’ll talk.”

And static.

The saintess stared at me for a long time without speaking. It’s like having a snowball fight.

The silence was not long. Her wife sighed and got up in annoyance.

Then a bottle of alcohol was placed in front of me with a thump.

I carefully poured her wine into her glass, keeping an eye on her saintess. Even the whiskey that flowed out seemed to reflect my shrinking heart for no reason.

But what can I do?

It’s not a story that can be told without alcohol.

I was about to pour a full glass of whiskey into her mouth.

Ah, in the meantime.

Before I could reach it, something white snatched the glass. And the sound that follows.

Clap, croup.

The field of view rotates in an instant. It would have been nice to call it instinct. Following the pure white trajectory, in the place where it was fixed on my retina.

The saintess was drinking. A solo drink that goes over 40 degrees, all at once.

Before I even woke up, a scream came out of my mouth.

“No, what is this… This woman is real!”

Obviously, it wasn’t a cry of regret for the whiskey.

In the first place, the alcohol was still in the bottle. Nevertheless, the reason why I jumped up was because of the saintess’ alcohol consumption.

The saintess doesn’t drink her alcohol well.

She was a woman who quickly became intoxicated with just a sip of wine. By the way, the degree of drinking twice as much as the poisoned liquor?

Dokju(毒酒) had a meaning beyond arithmetic calculation. Just because the alcohol was doubled meant that simply getting drunk twice as fast was not the end.

Just before I was the flagship and stole the cup from her saintess.

Tak.

The woman’s slender hand cut me off. I was so full of energy that I couldn’t say anything, and in the meantime, the saintess stuck out her tongue and made a disgusted expression.

“Wow, not tasty.”

“So, I…… !”

“Drink as much as you like. Instead, whenever you drink, I’ll have a drink too.”

The tone was firmer than expected.

I never thought I’d hold myself hostage.

I had no choice but to sit there, swallowing a blank laugh. The saintess kindly put a glass in front of me and even poured her a drink.

She was indeed a terrifying woman.

She can be said to be a person who used to walk on the political scene like the thin ice of Seongguk.

Once again realizing the greatness of my wife, I tipped my glass at once. The burning sensation of the cheap whiskey burning down his esophagus was unbearable.

Even the disgusting smell of alcohol that followed.

It wasn’t until after I wiped the corners of my mouth that I was growing up, my lips started to warm up.

“…… We haven’t found Celine yet.”

“So what?”

“How can I see my parents face? My mother thinks of Celine like her daughter… What about Mrs. Haster? What about Baron Einstern and Lady Einstern?”

My hand, unable to overcome the bitter feeling in the end, tipped the bottle at will.

He squeaks and tries to refill his glass.

My eyes met a light pink gaze that was looking at me carefully.

In the end, I groaned and had no choice but to half fill the glass I was about to fill.

Then a hand snatched my glass away.

Whiskey disappears into the woman’s mouth. Foolish woman, leaving behind my bitter laments.

Squeeze.

The glass rises once again.

To float the box that I have sunk deep in my heart.

“And what about Leto?”

It was a short but heavy word.

Leto Ainstern, my best friend.

My eyes started to tremble when he said his name. It didn’t take long for me to empty my glass because I couldn’t stand it.

The saintess was silent for a while. Just, she just looked at me with slightly hazy eyes.

Soon after, the half-moon came back.