The Alcoholic Sage (19)

After receiving Adella's fervent confession. Adella and I were reading. The only peculiar thing was that we weren't reading separately. “Must you really do this?” In front of me, sitting cross-legged, was a head of ebony hair. It was my Younger Sister, Adella, who had hopped onto my lap, holding a Book. Adella tilted her head. Her bright, clear eyes were quite cute. “Why? We always did this, didn't we?” “...So we did.” If she says we did in the past— I have nothing to say. I bear no res...