Night Song

Dormi cara columbula / Sleep, sleep, my little pigeon

O columbula mea / Sleep well, my dear little pigeon.

Splendeat fenestra, adsint somnia flora / May flowers and beautiful dreams bloom by your window.

O cara filia lunae / O child of the moon, my little dove

Neve plumam pulvis foedet tuam / Even if dust stains your white feathers

Nec iam complexum alma / Even if you no longer lie in a warm embrace

Capias bona somnias a luna / May you sleep with the moon in your dreams.

The ethereal singing voice, like threads woven by moonlight, gently penetrated the glass windows of the hotel room, flowing slowly in the quiet night.

Frieren nestled in the soft bed, her long, silvery-white hair cascading over the pillow, shimmering with moonlight. The neckline of her pajamas was slightly loose, one shoulder slipping down to reveal a small patch of fair skin and delicate collarbone, but she didn't seem to notice. Her emerald eyes were fixed intently on the heavy magic book lying open on her lap, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of hair.

The moonlight remained silent, simply casting a gentle glow on her serene profile, outlining her soft features.

Lowell sat in the chair by the window, watching her.

I looked at it for a long time.

Frieren's fingertips turned another page gently, making a soft rustling sound. She didn't look up, but her calm voice broke the silence.

"What, haven't you had enough after a thousand years?"

Lowell smiled, his voice gentle.

"Is there enough to see?"

Frieren finally looked up from the book at him, her eyes filled with pure confusion.

"Really? I don't think my figure is anything special."

Lowell smiled again, stood up, and walked to the bedside.

He reached out and gently ruffled Frieren's soft silver hair.

"Frieren is the most beautiful. I feel safe and happy with Frieren."

Frieren blinked, feeling the warmth emanating from above her head.

"Yes, me too."

Lowell's fingers slid down her hair, her tone slightly probing.

"Hmm... tonight, shall I hold you while we sleep?"

Frieren's expression didn't change; she simply nodded naturally.

"Sure."

Lowell's eyes lit up slightly, and he was about to bend down and hug her when he suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around, but instead faced the open window behind him, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Columbina, you've come again."

At the window, the moonlight seemed to gather.

A girl's figure floated there silently.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, accented with deep ginger-red. She wore an exquisite six-winged headdress at the back of her head.

She wore a gorgeous white and blue dress, adorned with lace and bows, and her bare feet were wrapped with white ribbons.

Columbina tilted her head, her voice ethereal and melodious, carrying a hint of innocence.

"Hey, what's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?"

Lowell sighed, but still didn't turn around.

"... It's not that you're not welcome, it just depends on the occasion and time. It's late at night, why don't you go and be intimate with your Sandrone?"

Columbina tapped her chin with her slender fingers, seemingly deep in thought.

"Hmm... I was singing outside her room just now, but she didn't seem to like it. She didn't kick me out, but she seemed unhappy."

She paused, then her tone became lighter.

"So, I thought I'd come out for a walk, and I sensed your magic, so I came to say hello."

Lowell was silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his tone became persuasive.

"Yes... Believe me, Sandrone loves you to death. Everything she does is an expression of her love for you."

He turned around to face the girl at the window, a determined expression on his face.

"Go back and keep singing, you sing so beautifully. See, isn't it true that Sandrone never sleeps when you sing? Do you know why Sandrone doesn't sleep? It's because she doesn't want to sleep, because if she falls asleep she won't be able to hear your songs. That's why she stays up. What a profound love that is!"

Columbina's previously slightly bewildered face suddenly Bloom up with radiance.

"I see."

She happily twirled around on the spot, her skirt fluttering in the wind.

"Then I'll go back and sing for Sandrone!"

Before she finished speaking, her figure vanished silently from the window, as if merging into the moonlight.

The room fell silent again.

Frieren looked at the empty window, then at Lowell, her emerald eyes blinking.

Hmm... I have a feeling you have some ulterior motives.

Lowell chuckled dryly twice and walked back to the bedside.

"Haha... No, no, I was just trying to help the young couple get closer."

He moved closer, his face filled with anticipation.

"Also, you can't go back on your promise about cuddling to sleep."

Frieren closed the magic book on her lap, placed it on the bedside table, and spoke in a calm and natural tone.

"What? If you want, you can hug me Tenten, it's fine."

Lowell's face instantly broke into an undisguised, radiant smile.

"Hehe, Frieren, sweet and soft Frieren..."

He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

Frieren didn't resist; she leaned against his chest, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

The moonlight continued to quietly fill the room, enveloping the two embracing figures in a gentle silver glow.