A horse-drawn carriage sped through the bustling city of Droswen. Inside, Merlin and Linda sat side by side.
Yet neither spoke, as if lost in their own thoughts.
Merlin tilted his head to the left, staring at the crowd through the window beside him.
'System, was that panel… correct? Has Linda really been conquered?' he asked doubtfully.
Just now, the system had told him that he had successfully raised Linda's affection to one hundred. He had thought that final point would be nearly impossible to earn.
By his estimation, it could only be achieved at their next meeting. He didn't even know when that would be—perhaps in two or three years, when he entered the academy.
Yet, to his surprise, he had actually managed to gain that last point!
It was astonishing… Amazing!
Even Abel in the novel had failed to win over Linda, yet here he was, conquering her so effortlessly. If it hadn't felt so unreal, he might have thought it was all a dream.
