"I'm an Attending Member of the Witch Council. If you kill me, how will you explain it to Vanessa and the others? Your relationship with them has always been rather delicate."
Miss Lathers looked at Luvia's profile and asked again. She seemed completely unconcerned that she was about to be killed, caring more about her dear friends instead.
"That bunch of crazy women."
Luvia sneered.
"Why should I explain myself to them? Besides, I've taken far more from the Witch Council than you imagine. In the future, I may even want their power. Should I return all of that too?"
At this point in time, Luvia did not seem to have become a Witch yet.
"I once heard something: the Gift of Fate has long since marked the price for everything. Luvia, you owe the Council so much. One day, you'll understand the price."
Miss Lathers turned her head away, braced herself against the ground with both hands, crossed her feet together, and looked once more at the river of stars before them. Since both women had their backs to Shade, he could not see their expressions.
Luvia smiled.
"If they have the ability, they can come and take my most precious treasure as revenge. Each of them can even try, as long as they're capable."
There was nothing wrong with those words themselves, but Shade, who had come from the future, heard the problem in them.
Outlander, you have sensed traces of Destiny. You have gained some insight into "Destiny."
"Well, this teaches us something."
One could not speak carelessly.
"She" said with a smile.
Shade offered no comment.
The two women stopped speaking. One stood while the other sat, facing the night wind. The river of stars lay before them, while beneath them stretched the Cedar Forest Land,