Then, Damian raised his head and said to me. 

“There’s no time to correct this right now, so I’ll help.” 

“How?”

“I’ll write the messages.”

At his suggestion, I nodded enthusiastically. 

Oh, Damian’s going to help me? 

I’ll be more than happy to accept!

Damian has excellent handwriting, to be honest. 

….I’m sorry, but I have to admit it. 

“Let’s do our signatories side by side instead. That way it’ll 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 Damian’s writing with an amazed look. 

“That handwriting…how 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, didn’t 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? I’ve practiced my handwriting for eight years because of you, I won’t let you talk me down for that!” 

“Because of me, you say!” 

I jumped up from my seat. 

Damian’s expression became less intense as he answered. 

“I practiced my handwriting so that you wouldn’t meet other men, but you’re so indifferent.”

“Oh….really?”

“Why would I lie about that?”

Damian’s expression returned to being sulky. 

No, there it is again.  

Shouldn’t 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, it’s okay.” 

“Well, you still have a gloomy expression on your face…” 

“Don’t mind me.” 

Damian pouted his lips and continued. 

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

“Worthwhile?”

“Didn’t you just compliment me, saying my handwriting was like those in textbook’s?” 

Then he rested his head on my shoulder. 

“I’m 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?” 

“Now’s 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 Damian’s hand for no apparent reason. 

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

Am I just delusional?