“Young Master, why are we heading toward the back alleys?”
“…There’s something I need to buy.”
My mind was a wreck. I’d planned to see a psychiatrist for some counseling before returning to the dormitory, but Strategist Fiancée’s letter had changed everything. The sheer shock of it had, ironically, cleared my exhausted mind.
Maybe there was something to this so-called shock therapy after all.
In any case, with my visit to the psychiatrist
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