Shade nodded.
"At the ball in that castle, Cinderella arrived in a carriage. The moment she stepped onto the scene in her Crystal Shoes, she captured everyone's attention. Her brown eyes were as deep as the night sky, her golden hair as smooth as silver moonlight, and her dark blue evening gown called to mind the Silent Night. The scattered decorations along her skirt resembled the stars of this evening. Cinderella greeted the Prince and danced with him until late into the night."
Shade took a deep breath. The Outlander had heard these Fairy Tales many times back in his homeland. But telling one himself, while meeting all the requirements, gave him new feelings.
"Midnight was approaching. The Prince tried desperately to persuade Cinderella to stay and keep dancing, but Cinderella remembered her promise with the old woman and hurried away. Thus, the next day, the Prince held another grand ball. After her stepmother and Elder Sisters had left, the old woman with the wand arrived once more in the darkness—'I will continue helping you, just as I promised last night.'"
Fiona continued listening to the story, not forgetting to paint the Fourth Act as well. The Fourth Act was comparatively simple: inside a castle shrouded in night, a grand ball was underway, and Cinderella, wearing Crystal Shoes, danced with the Prince.
In the empty temple, Shade did not know whether those people whom the god had made into specimens could hear his voice. He only hoped that every story could be as beautiful as this one.
"When the ball reached its third night, Cinderella, who had quietly fallen in love with the Prince, lost track of time amid the music. It was only when the twelve bells of midnight rang that she hurriedly lifted her skirt and rushed toward