"That works too."
The priest said with a smile, folding his arms like Shade before turning sideways to look at the flames in the fireplace. The two fell silent for a while, each occupied with his own thoughts. Amid the faint crackling of the fire, only Little Mia's even breathing could be heard. The cat seemed to have fallen asleep.
"Spring of 1854 is coming soon, isn't it?"
"Yes. I hope so. It had better be."
That night, Shade had a very strange dream. When he woke on tuesday morning, he could no longer clearly remember what he had seen in it. He only remembered chasing after Long-Haired Luvia, running endlessly through the Snowy Shady Forest.
When the sound of Little Mia scratching at the wardrobe door woke him, he still felt vaguely wistful. But then a sudden fear struck him. Glancing quietly at the sleepy Blonde Young Lady beside him, who had also just been awakened, he cautiously asked in his heart:
"I didn't talk in my sleep and call out Luvia's name, did I?"
No, you had never talked in your sleep.
"That's good."
Only then did Shade feel relieved.
"Shade, is the inside of your wardrobe door all right? Do you want Leisha to send someone to replace it?"
That was what Dorothy was concerned about at the moment.
After breakfast, Dorothy kissed Shade on the cheek downstairs and left. Miss Writer was a very busy person. Shade did not linger at home either. Seeing that the lazy cat had no intention of going out today, he forcibly carried it outside, hailed a carriage, and headed for Doctor Schneider's clinic.
The doctor knew that Shade had gone to the haunted manor yesterday, so he had been waiting for Shade to visit. Shade still gave only a brief