The Moonlight Swordsman (XXXII)

Twitch...

"Ah....."

Aestrea stood in front of the receptionist's desk, staring at the stack of papers before him. His fingers twitched slightly as he held the quill, hesitating to sign the last document.

This was ridiculous.

Completely insane.

He had just fought this girl.

Just nearly killed her.

And now, here he was, about to officially adopt her like she was some lost kitten he found in an alley. Lumi had somehow convinced him—no, forced him—into this madness.

He sighed and finally put the pen to the paper, scribbling his signature with the grace of a man accepting his fate.

The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile, took the document from him, scanning it over before nodding in approval.

Then, she looked at the girl standing beside him.