The witch lowered her head to look at her spread hands, then looked up and asked:
"I'm becoming more and more curious about him. Can you tell me where exactly you found this student of yours?
Why has someone like him remained unknown all this time? Do you know what he did today?"
Miss Danist smiled with narrowed eyes as she looked at her:
"You'll have to ask him about his origins yourself. I'm not the sort of girl who leaks other people's secrets in private.
But it seemed you got along very well, and the investigation progressed quickly. That's a very good start. If you want to go out investigating with Shade again, just tell me anytime."
"I will. But why do I need to tell you if I'm going out investigating with him?"
The gentle yet melancholy witch asked. The eighteen-year-old girl pointed to herself.
"Because I'm Shade's teacher."
After saying that, she paused, then quietly warned her:
"Shade has a peculiar kind of charm, Flora. Since we're friends, I want to give you a warning: don't get too close to him. He's very good at attracting people."
But the Great Witch of Death did not catch the meaning behind those words. She merely thought the other woman was warning her not to try to deceive a young man.
"I won't steal away your student. I'm simply very curious about him. Since you won't tell me where he came from, can you tell me about his life? How exactly did he grow up? What kinds of stories has he experienced?"
Miss Danist smiled and shook her head.
"You'll have to ask him yourself. Be careful, Flora. I'm not joking. Don't become too curious about him."
The witch on the sofa had transformed into an owl again. Maintaining a