[Lethe, I need a favor.]
In the pale rosewood room of her personal office in the academy, a young lady donning a veil crossed her legs over one other and sat with a paper in hand.
She was slightly fuming about the contents and the sender. This cute little bastard of hers had the guts to just up and disappear into another place once more before coming to see her even once.
And on top of that, he even started a letter straight away asking for a favor.
She had to punish this guy.
Maybe making him wear bridal clothes to their wedding? That would be perfect. If he was planning to run around all this much then it would be best to get married as quickly as they can.
Lethe decided to place aside her thoughts for now and looked at the letter again.
Marked with the symbol of the Dark Moon, the person who handed it over called her Lady No Moon.
It was quite the name, the other half of their lord Dark Moon was No Moon. She quite liked that.
