Chapter 47

༺ The First Letter (47) ༻

A pure white streak materialized as the hatchet blade’s trajectory locked onto the target. Clang, the sensation of the blade penetrating a solid surface emanated through my hands.

Meanwhile, Senior Delphine showed no signs of movement.

There was no need for it.

The target of my hatchet was not Senior Delphine, but the wineglass beside her.

The wineglass shattered and shards scattered through the air as a cracking noise resonated through the room. The scene resembled that of snowfall. The sweet scent of wine tickled the tip of my nose.

The wine spilled over the table, soaking it, and immediately dripped down the table’s edges.

I came out of my trance and met Senior Delphine’s eyes. Senior Delphine exhibited neither surprise nor embarrassment.. She merely responded, “Huh,” and let out a small laugh.

Her crimson eyes remained serene. The lack of urgency displeased me.

“Senior Delphine.”

“Yes?”

Annoyance flashed in my eyes in response to her carefree demeanor. My brows knit and I spoke to her in a chilly voice..

“……Stop messing around with me.”

“Did that agitate you?”