"This..."
Faced with the nun's question, Shade had originally wanted to say the outside of her right arm, like the other Witches. But for some reason, he suddenly thought of the pale eyelid beneath her blindfold. The moment that thought appeared, Shade felt an intense sense of moral transgression and guilt, even blasphemy.
Just imagining that the brand would be hidden beneath the Mithril Blindfold, and that when the nun carefully lifted it, her right or left eye would glow while tightly shut, he—
Mind your manners.
"She," who had been quietly chuckling since just now, finally could not resist reminding him. Shade hurriedly shoved those stray thoughts to the back of his mind, only to realize that as long as the nun and that glittering silver blindfold remained before him, he could not completely forget what he had just now imagined.
Seeing that Shade was taking a long time to answer, Sister Devlin asked:
"May I choose where the brand is placed myself?"
Her voice remained ethereal and calm, and very pleasant to hear.
"Of course."
Shade let out a breath. Just now, he had been fiercely debating whether to follow tradition or his own heart.
Then he saw Sister Devlin slightly turn her head again to avoid his gaze. She raised both hands, lowered her head, and removed her blindfold. At that moment, he held his breath. By the time the faintly flushed nun turned to face him, Shade could not even remember the last time she had allowed him to see her without the blindfold.
The Mithril Blindfold gave Sister Devlin a unique sense of mystery and aloof Indifference atop her coolness. Without it, however, she looked like a quiet, reserved, and fragile young woman.
Shade found it difficult to describe how stunning she looked at that