Dating Young Girls?

"Shocking, isn't it?" Sebas said with a smile.

"Moria had no sons, only three daughters. Once he died, all of Britannia would likely fall into turmoil.

Who knew who would inherit the throne?"

After a moment of silence, Shaya asked, "How old is this emperor?"

"Sixty-three," Sebas said. "But he was assassinated once before, and his health had never been good afterward. I heard that when his third daughter went missing, he fainted from rage. According to the Book of the Dead, he would not make it through tonight."

As he spoke, he looked up to see Shaya silently gazing at the great lake in the distance, watching the sky and water blend together as emerald waves rippled. He did not say a word.

"Mr. Shaya?" Sebas tilted his head in confusion.

Then he heard Shaya's low, emotional sigh.

"Fate truly is a cruel thing."

Sebas nodded in agreement. "Indeed."

"Would you mind if someone watched you harvest a soul?"

Shaya's sudden question caught Sebas off guard, but after considering it, he said, "In principle, that is not allowed."

Then he asked tentatively, "Would you like to come with me?"

"I'm curious about the work of you Grim Reapers."

Shaya swirled the wine in his glass and spoke in a low voice.

"Besides, parting in life and death makes the finest accompaniment to wine, doesn't it?"

Sebas thought for a moment. "In principle, mortals must not see us harvesting souls. But if it is you, there should be no problem."

"Are we leaving now?" Shaya asked.

Sebas nodded. "The next deceased will die in twenty minutes."

"That's tight." Shaya slowly rose from his chair. "Then let's go."

The two of them walked down the stairs together. The room was no longer as dusty as before, and it was visibly much more pleasant to look at.

Alicia was using a homemade long-handled broom to sweep cobwebs from the ceiling, while Cassifa complained from the side.

"Don't chase those spiders away! They eat flies!"

Alicia piled all the swept-up rubbish onto Cassifa for him to burn, nearly burying him. He was currently struggling to stick his head out through the gaps.

There were not many chemical products in this era. Most of the castle's rubbish consisted of broken bits of wood, paper bags, torn books, and food scraps. Besides, Cassifa was no ordinary flame, so there was no need to worry about toxic fumes.

"Shaya!" When Cassifa saw Shaya come downstairs, he looked as though he had seen a savior. "Hurry up and stop her! She's going to put me out!"

Shaya walked to the hearth and used the fire tongs to push some of the rubbish aside, giving Cassifa enough room to breathe.

"Cassifa is fragile. Remember not to let him go out," Shaya told Alicia.

Alicia looked at Shaya, who had put on his coat, and asked, "You're going out?"

"I have something to take care of."

Alicia nodded and said nothing more.

"Aren't you curious what we're going out to do?" Shaya teased.

"I don't want to know what a Grim Reaper and a Sorcerer go out to do together," Alicia said as she cleaned. "Though I already have one foot in the grave, I don't want to put the other one in so soon."

"Don't worry, madam," Sebas said. "You will live for a long time yet."

Alicia raised her brows. "I've heard that many times, but coming from you, it sounds especially convincing."

Sebas took off his hat and bowed to Alicia.

"Then farewell, madam."

Alicia's expression stiffened. "There's nothing worth seeing about an old, hunched woman like me. No need for farewells."

Sebas froze for a moment, then understood and smiled. "You are very humorous."

With a chime, Shaya opened the door. After Sebas nodded to Alicia once more, he followed Shaya outside.

Alicia watched their receding backs through the window in confusion.

She murmured.

"Cassifa, what are they going to do?"

"Weren't you not curious?" Cassifa crackled from the side.

"I'm not curious, but that doesn't stop me from asking, does it?" Alicia said.

"Then why didn't you ask just now?" Cassifa complained. "I'm not a worm in his stomach. How would I know?

"If he had gone out alone, I could have guessed that he might be going to date some beautiful young girl. But there are two of them now."

"Dating young girls?" Alicia blinked, then continued, "Did he often go out to date young girls before?"

"Before?" Cassifa paused. The flames in the hearth flickered as he sank into memory.

"If you mean the 'Shaya' in my memories, then yes. But the moment a girl truly fell in love with him, he immediately lost interest."

What Cassifa did not say was that he had only spent a few days with the current Shaya. The "Shaya" in his memories had another name: Hal.

Having lost his heart, Hal had gradually been consumed by loneliness and emptiness over time. To fill that void, Hal had never stopped searching for his true love.

But just as Cassifa had said, because he had lost his heart, he could never truly devote himself to a relationship.

Thus, he was often pestered by girls he had abandoned. To escape those troubles, he had his apprentice spread rumors about him, which was how the legend of the man who stole young girls' hearts came to be.

This was content from the novel and had not been specifically mentioned in the film, though the rumor was still shown at the beginning.

Alicia fell silent. Cassifa's flame stretched forward slightly as he studied her expression.

"What's wrong?"

But then he saw Alicia pick up a brush from a nearby table, carry a bucket of water, and walk toward Cassifa's hearth.

Cassifa's expression instantly froze, and his flames instinctively shrank back.

"Wait! What are you doing!?"

"No! Don't scrub the soot off the walls! That isn't dirt! It's a testament to the years! Proof that I worked hard here!"