Moon Dew was now completely immersed in the illusion.
She saw a little witch leave home. She saw her ride a broom through the sky, weaving between the azure heavens and clouds like snow-laden branches, while the earth below brimmed with life...
Though the story had not yet reached its main plot and this was merely the opening scenery, Moon Dew was already utterly enthralled.
These were worlds she had never seen, landscapes she had never experienced.
Though fairy tales often mentioned such backdrops, she had never witnessed them herself...
Joy kept welling up from the bottom of her heart.
And alongside her excitement and happiness, tender emerald shoots in the flowerpots of the third-floor room finally broke through the soil, stretching their soft bodies.
Angel did not notice the subtle changes in the third-floor room. His gaze remained fixed on Moon Dew.
At some point, Moon Dew had mounted a broom as well. Following Kiki, the little witch in the story, she drifted through the air with her, laughter ringing all around.
Moon Dew was clearly an audience member, yet she seemed to have broken through the fourth wall, becoming Kiki's silent, kindred friend as they soared together.
Every now and then, the two would meet each other's eyes, tucking the other's smiling gaze into their hearts.
And naturally, this was Angel's doing as well.
The Witch's Delivery Service had originally been nothing more than an illusory story, and Kiki, the little witch within it, was merely the protagonist. But since Moon Dew had become completely immersed in the tale, Angel did not mind letting her interact with Kiki a little.
There was, however, one slightly troublesome point: Moon Dew was genuinely flying on a broom.
When other people watched an illusory story, they truly only watched it. Moon