Three pairs of remarkably similar golden eyes looked at Shade with strange expressions. Shade instinctively shrank back a little.
"Meow~"
The cat wriggled in Shade's arms and let out a threatening cry at the witches. It was trying to protect Shade.
"What are those looks for? Oh, although Sister Devlin already said you were all right, I could only relax after seeing with my own eyes that you were unharmed."
As he spoke, Shade hesitantly walked toward the sofa. But the witches' expressions did not change because of his words:
"It's good that you're all right too. But Shade, from Wednesday night until Thursday dawn... what exactly happened?"
Four long sofas surrounded the tea table, which was covered in fruit-topped cakes, filled muffins, and other desserts. Eight porcelain cups sat on a tray with an embossed mirrored surface, each fitted with a delicate pure silver openwork double-handled cup holder. Several books were stacked in one corner of the tea table, their leaf-shaped bookmarks caught between the pages. A teapot, a glass water bottle, golden candlesticks, and silverware lay scattered across the transparent glass tabletop.
The three witches sat in three separate directions, so Shade sat alone on the sofa directly facing the window. After sitting down, he did not forget to pick up a strawberry and plug Little Mia's mouth with it. Fresh fruit was difficult to find in the depths of winter.
"If you want to know about what happened at dawn on Thursday..."
Last night, he had already discussed with "Maid Luvia" what to tell the witches. Thus, the Destiny Ring behind him appeared, presenting the Destiny Ring of a Fifth-Ring Arcanist before the witches:
"My Words of Sublimation: Echo of Spacetime, shaking the power of slumber."
With every word he spoke, the corresponding Spirit Rune flashed once