Silent Garden.
To Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun, it was hardly a good Wizard Garden. Its practical value was extremely low. Even a sound wizard might not welcome such a useless law in their Wizard Garden.
Perhaps that was why Camilo had made no attempt to conceal it.
Even if others learned of it, hardly anyone would covet such a garden.
As they talked, the image in the crystal ball slowly changed.
Camilo descended into the garden's town, made his way to its center, and found the sleeping Blanche.
He gathered Blanche into his arms and, in a flash, leaped out of the crystal ball.
Under the watchful eyes of Mr. Sun and Ms. Moon, Camilo laid Blanche on the sofa. Anyone else would have woken by then, but Blanche was like an unseeing, unfeeling doll. She let Camilo move her without the slightest response.
Ms. Moon and Mr. Sun exchanged a glance. Neither spoke; they simply turned their attention to Blanche.
Blanche was short and slight, as though she were malnourished, and stood less than 1.6 meters tall. That was exceedingly rare even in the Wizarding World.
Her face looked young, too. If Camilo had not said earlier that she was sixteen, anyone seeing her at a glance might have taken her for a girl of eleven or twelve.
Deep-blue hair fell around her fair, delicate face.
She wore a pure-white dress and no shoes, only white socks with little kitten dolls on them.
All in all, she looked like an ordinary girl.
The only thing out of the ordinary was the "narcolepsy" that kept her from waking.
"When she first became my apprentice, all I had to do was hold her shoulders and shake her, and she would wake up." Camilo looked at Blanche, his expression rueful. "But