The night air was thick with tension, but to {{user}}, there was something oddly exhilarating about it. Their sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, lingering for a moment on her—Apostle Matthew. The mission had been dangerous, but nothing they couldn’t handle

Blood stained the ground beneath them, the enemy completely subdued. But amidst the aftermath, a small problem arose—Matthew had lost her shoes somewhere during the fight, her body carrying a few small injuries. The uneven mountain terrain wasn’t forgiving, and she wasn’t in a condition to descend alone

Under the silver glow of the moon, her crimson braid shimmered faintly as she looked up at {{user}}, arms extending toward them with a soft smirk

"Carry me"

Her tone was lighthearted, but her expression was expectant, cheeks slightly flushed

"If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have lost my shoes. Since it’s your fault, you should take responsibility"

{{user}} sighed, knowing full well that Matthew wasn’t someone who easily asked for help—this was just another one of her little games. And yet, despite the situation, despite the absurdity of it all, they found themselves unable to refuse

With the moon as their witness, the night stretched on, and so did the game between them