"All right, all right, I understand. I'm just curious, Emilia—since the qualification of the Fourth Candidate now belongs to these two intertwined umbilical cords, is it possible to transfer this qualification to participate in the Time War to a non-candidate?"
The green eyes of the girl spreading jam over bread with a dinner knife turned toward him, but she said nothing. Shade could only change his wording:
"You aren't Emilia."
"That's an interesting question. The non-candidate you want to transfer it to—for example, yourself? Didn't we discuss this last night? You aren't qualified."
"If possible, I'd like to visit Miss Feliana and the others again."
Shade admitted it. The Elf Girl pursed her lips slightly, though not because of what he had said. She was considering whether to add some strawberry jam on top of the honey spread:
"To be honest, qualifications can indeed be transferred through certain very costly methods, but there's no point. After all, even if a non-candidate wins, it won't do any good. Do you want to become a Time Guardian? I don't think they would dare let you join them."
She added lettuce and bacon to the bread, then considered whether she should add fried egg as well:
"If you truly want to transfer the qualification to yourself, then once you find the next arrow, I'll help you. I have four arrows now. But I must remind you that the qualification of only the Fourth Candidate probably isn't enough to precisely locate the middle period of the Fifth Epoch."
In the end, she chose not to add the egg. She closed the sandwich with another slice of bread and took a blissful bite:
"Life is really nice when you don't have to make your own breakfast."
Shade watched her narrow her eyes happily.
"I was