The Evil Empress Adores Me

Then, Damian raised his head and said to me.

Theres no time to correct this right now, so Ill help.

How?

Ill write the messages.

At his suggestion, I nodded enthusiastically.

Oh, Damians going to help me?

Ill be more than happy to accept!

Damian has excellent handwriting, to be honest.

.Im sorry, but I have to admit it.

Lets do our signatories side by side instead. That way itll be the two of us sending out invitations. What do you say?

Sounds good!

Damian took a seat next to me.

The sound of the pen dashing off resonated.

I looked at Damians writing with an amazed look.

That handwritinghow is your handwriting like those in textbooks?

If you practice consistently for eight years, this is what happens.

Practicing through those letters we sent?

Mm-hmm.

Damian who was busily writing away, sneaked a glance and locked gazes with me.

Well, didnt you say you would meet a man who could write much better than me?

.I said that?

I was a bit confused.

At that, Damian looked at me with a sulky expression.

Have you forgotten?

Um, well, its.ah!

A memory flashed across my mind, causing me to unintentionally scream.

It was also terribly embarrassing at the same time.

No, that was ages ago and you still remember that?!

What? Ive practiced my handwriting for eight years because of you, I wont let you talk me down for that!

Because of me, you say!

I jumped up from my seat.

Damians expression became less intense as he answered.

I practiced my handwriting so that you wouldnt meet other men, but youre so indifferent.

Oh.really?

Why would I lie about that?

Damians expression returned to being sulky.

No, there it is again.

Shouldnt it be me, not you, making that face?

I protested this injustice.

Argh, Damian. No matter how close we are.

I shook my head, not hiding how annoyed I was.

Why try meddling in my dating life?

After saying that, I felt a stinging gaze, so I glanced up at him.

why are you looking at me like that?

Damian looked at me like he was going to explode.

Then he rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.

No, its okay.

Well, you still have a gloomy expression on your face

Dont mind me.

Damian pouted his lips and continued.

In any case, practicing day and night while purifying beasts was worthwhile.

Worthwhile?

Didnt you just compliment me, saying my handwriting was like those in textbooks?

Then he rested his head on my shoulder.

Im satisfied with that.

Damian rubbed his cheek against my shoulder like a cat.

I picked up my chair and scooted a good distance from him.

Then, Damian instantly raised his head and muttered.

What, why keep your distance?

Nows not the time to be relaxing.

I pointed to the invitations piled up like a mountain.

Sign everything.

Haaaa Damian sighed.

Damian grabbed his pen with a chagrined look.

My eyes lit up as he wrote messages and gave signatures.

He seemed determined to somehow finish his work quickly.

I watched him happily.

After all, people need to have goals right?

.however.

I carelessly touched Damians hand for no apparent reason.

For some reason, I feel like physical contact with Damian has increased tremendously

Am I just delusional?