"Ha! Where is this? Wait, why are you here?"
Shade opened his eyes and interrupted the master and disciple's gaze with a thoroughly unromantic remark. But he had no time to pay attention to that for now. The black-haired Sorceress embracing him was clearly not his illusion, yet he distinctly remembered that after returning to 1854, he had not had time to perform the ritual to summon a projection.
"Why are you here?!"
The Black-Haired Lady smiled at him again.
"When you told me about the Time Transfer Station, I thought of telling you how to summon my projection to distract you. Otherwise, you definitely would have made me swear never to use the Time Transfer Station. No, no, the method for summoning a projection was real too, but obviously the Transfer Station was more useful, wasn't it?"
She smiled gently beneath the crimson night sky, then reminded him:
"Shade, your eyes are red now."
"Oh? Are they?"
Shade "stood" from the Sorceress's embrace and floated in the air as well. Only then did the Black-Haired Lady finally look at the others.
The red-haired girl covered her mouth as tears streamed down her face. Then she saw her teacher give her a gentle nod.
"It has been a long time, Danist. You still look young."
She made a joke, then looked at the pointy-eared Lady behind her student and spoke with great respect:
"Good evening, Miss Olanord. I am Danist Gustav's teacher, from 1821 of the Sixth Epoch."
"What is your Core Ling Rune?"
Though the Witch found the scene before her quite interesting, she had not forgotten where the surrounding blood-red glow came from. She had no mood to concern herself with Shade and the complicated emotional entanglement between master and disciple.
"Like Shade's, Silver Moon."
Blaine Olanode smiled.