"Since I can consider even a Great Witch as a candidate, there may be a more perfect option to choose…"
Shubnalu's words formed a sharp, icy crystal in Answaen's heart, but she nodded her acceptance anyway. Whatever conclusion he'd arrived at, whichever of the Great Witches he felt might be worthy of a place in his Preserve, the decision had nothing to do with her. It was already enough that she had a place at his side for eternity.
Over the centuries, her Master's Preserve had expanded several times, and at times, things he'd chosen to Preserve were lost as they revealed their hidden flaws and succumbed to the ravages of time. She, however, was still here, and she would remain that way until time itself ended or her Master left this world behind for whatever awaited beyond the edge of the Abyss.
