Cursed Villainess’ Obsession

The winter at Dredis Academy was a season of thick, white snowfall.

“Hoo…”

As I exhaled, a white breath spread out in front of me.

“It’s unusually cold today, isn’t it?”

“Mary, you’re more sensitive to the cold than I thought?”

“Just because I have the Blessing of Frost doesn’t mean I’m immune to the cold.”

Mary, who was walking beside me, had her cheeks and hands reddened, blowing warm breath into her hands to thaw them.

Seeing her like that, I instinctively took her hand in mine.

I was thankful that my hands were warm in moments like this.

“Hehe.”

Holding hands had become a cute little display of affection for us, and although the initial thrill of it had waned, seeing Mary’s bright smile at the warmth of my hand was still a rare and precious moment. It was one of the few times I could see the various expressions she usually kept hidden behind her usual stoic demeanor.

‘Maybe I should develop something like a camera.’

Every time I saw her smile, the urge to apply modern knowledge and create something came surging up.

“I hope everyone will like it.”

While we were quietly walking with our hands held, Mary suddenly spoke up.

“We all know how to cook, so I’m sure they’ll enjoy anything.”

Both of our hands were holding large bags of groceries.

Of course, with my spatial pouch, I didn’t need to carry things like this in my hands, as I could just put them in the pouch, but...

“Sorry. I accidentally left the pouch behind this morning.”

I usually carried it at my waist, but somehow, I had lost it that morning. I thought it might be somewhere in my room, but strangely, I couldn’t find it when I looked earlier.

“I think this way is fine, too.”

Mary smiled brightly as she held up her own bag.

“Doesn’t it feel just like we’re a newlywed couple?”

“It’s not just a feeling; we are newlyweds.”

“The point here is the feeling. If we’d just put everything in the spatial pouch, it would feel like a simple walk.”

She was right, of course.

Walking hand in hand with groceries in tow felt like an image of a couple in a painting.

“I’ve always thought it would be nice. ...When we have a child, I guess their little hand will be holding mine, right?”

Mary’s cheeks flushed bright red as she tightened her grip on my hand.

Her rosy cheeks felt completely different from the flush caused by the cold.

“…Wait, Mary, did you hide the pouch?”@@novelbin@@

“….”