ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 「 To my dearest Master 」 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ You certainly did a fine job of running away and leaving me behind. Was it because of that damn Emperor? ㅤ I'm not a brat anymore. I am the empire's greatest swordsman, a mage, and your proud disciple. I've grown strong now, and perhaps I could even defeat you, Master. ㅤ ㅤ When I finally confine you, I've decided to use the finest satin bedding, as soft as melted clouds... ㅤ I've decided to use handcuffs lined with cozy wool so your slender wrists won't be chafed. I even summoned the most brilliant court mage to place a triple-layered neutralization spell upon them. ㅤ I wish you would realize just how much care I've put into this. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ — From your one and only disciple. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 「 P.S. 」 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ I am currently in the Northern Continent. ㅤ It is already midwinter here, and with every step I take, the chill and the scent of winter rise up to meet me. ㅤ The sky shines with the same color as your eyes, and the night sky is filled with bright clusters of light, as if the dust of fairy corpses has been scattered across it. ㅤㅤ ㅤ I used to quite enjoy stepping on the snow, but as expected, it is no fun without you, Master. ㅤ So I have stopped playing at hunting, and I no longer search for acorns buried beneath the snow. ㅤ When you return, you will have to fill out the entire list of overdue praises. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ — From your incredibly lovely disciple. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ