This time, you're being so proactive?
Hearing Shade's words, Miss Olanord, who was under his gaze, blushed slightly. But the Fifth Epoch Witch was far bolder than those of the Sixth Epoch:
"Not only Yellow Moon—you want Violet too, don't you?"
She laughed as she said it, and Shade smiled as well. The two gazed at each other for a moment before Shade spoke again:
"It's been a long time, Miss Olanord."
"It's been a long time, Shade. When you gazed at Yellow Moon of this era, did you ever think of me?"
Sivie and Galina stood together with wineglasses in hand, watching the pair in the distance. The witch with beautiful, voluminous wavy hair nudged the Duchess with her elbow:
"This still counts as a public setting, doesn't it? Those two are about to lean into each other."
"You have a problem with that?"
"What problem could I have? It just feels like someone has come onto our territory and is holding down the little lamb we hunted, kissing and biting it."
"Only lionesses would describe it that way."
Galina said. Naturally, she did not care about such things. Kissing and biting the little lamb was nothing; she had swallowed that lamb whole long ago. Once the prey had been claimed, merely savoring its scent was hardly interesting.
Shade still had something to do tonight. Miss Danist had brought enough Sand of Time, so he could once again travel to the "Time Transfer Station."
But Miss Olanord's arrival and Emilia's return made him want to postpone it for another night. Yet the gentle Ancient Moon Witch insisted that Shade attend to his proper business:
"If you stay, I might stand here and talk with you all night."
"Wouldn't that be nice?"
Her smile grew gentler still:
"Of course it