1405 I Didn’t Choose The Harem Life, The Harem Life Chose Me

The sounds of the night, as well as the crackling of the campfire could be faintly heard in the background.

"Have you ever thought that something like this would happen between us?" William inquired.

"No," Rebecca replied in a heartbeat.

William chuckled. "Me, neither."

Right now, the Half-Elf was resting his head on Rebecca's lap, as he looked at the star-studded sky. 

After he recovered from his grief, he already found himself lying on Rebecca's lap. 

He couldn't remember how he ended up in that manner because he had been in a daze after reading Elliot's letter.

The Half-Elf thought that he had already overcome his sadness for the loss of his two familiars, but that was only on the surface. Elliot's letter was proof that he was still saddened by their deaths, and was merely keeping himself busy, so that he wouldn't think about them more.

"What is it like to be born a genius?" William asked.