Shade waited for a full half hour. When the "Red Moon Witch" emerged from between the bookshelves carrying a large book bound in chains, he was standing beside the sofa, reading the paper he had brought.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up and could not help but smile.
"Good evening, Miss Danist. I've come to visit."
But the Sorceress ignored him with a cold expression. Only after walking up to Shade did she speak.
"Isn't this Shade? You finally had time to come see me today?"
Shade blinked.
"Sorry, what?"
"Close your eyes first."
"Okay."
Shade closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the mature red-haired Sorceress had turned into a red-haired young girl. She set down what she was holding and complained with some dissatisfaction.
"You finally remembered to come see me? I thought you'd forgotten all about me."
".I remember the last time we met was Tuesday. On Wednesday and Thursday, I was dealing with problems in the woodland. On Friday, I packed up and returned home from Vesta Woodland, so I didn't come. Has it really been that long?"
But an eighteen-year-old young lady was not interested in reasoning with Shade.
"I don't care. I almost thought you had forgotten me."
Her rose-red eyes watched him, then slowly closed—but not completely, leaving a narrow slit. Clearly, she needed Shade to comfort her with a kiss.
A passionate kiss had always been a good way to help dissatisfied young ladies relax again. Today, however, Daniste did not mention anything like "it's still vacation." After they sat down on the sofa, she merely brought up Flora with a sulky expression.
"I wasn't really angry with you just now. I was angry with Flora. Do you know what was in the letter she left for you before she departed last