"Then we have made an agreement... That's all about my business. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Are you really that afraid of me?"
The beautiful head in the water spoke mournfully, while the surrounding mist grew thicker:
"Is my charm truly less than that of the witches in the manor? How about keeping me company, talking with me?
I'm really too lonely, even just one minute, one minute would be enough. I would consider today as the best Valentine's Day."
Blushing, Shard firmly pressed his chest and turned to sprint away. He wasn't stopped, and as he dashed into the small house where the elevator platform was parked, he heard the wild and joyful laughter in the distance behind him.
Half an hour later, at the Belindel Estate. The aroma of black tea filled the surroundings, mixing with the perfume of the witches, bringing a delightful sense of euphoria.
"So, the Silver Dragon's scales are less than half a day's boat ride from us?"
