Luvia was feeling unwell tonight. She was not a witch, and like Leisha and Dorothy, she always had times like this, so after everyone prepared to rest, she could only stand at the stairway on the third floor, smile, wave goodbye to Sivie, and wish her luck tonight.
"Can't you help me?"
"You know, Sivie, I can't tonight."
As she spoke, Luvia even touched her stomach, while Sivie reminded her with hope in her voice:
"But aside from... isn't there still..."
"Oh, that won't do, Sivie. I'm not that kind of girl."
What kind of girl Luvia was, Sivie actually knew very well, but the Girl with Purple Eyes truly did not help. And so, having made up her mind, Sivie planned to properly test her recent progress tonight. She had also asked everyone for a great many techniques.
But the facts proved that on a night when she was alone, the nighttime activities ended faster than ever before.
"I, Shade, I can still do this."
"No, no, Sivie, this is already very good. You're doing great."
Shade thought that was comfort, but Sivie seemed to feel as though her pride had been wounded. After that, she insisted on challenging her own limits, and in the end the noise even disturbed Luvia and Little Mia upstairs. The awakened cat deliberately ran down from upstairs, scratched the door twice, and then went back.
In the end, Sivie still fell into a deep sleep with a smile and exhaustion, muttering "Hailey" and "Ilisa" before she slept. Who knew what she was planning.
Shade had no dissatisfaction with Sivie. The older witches of the Council had their own charm, but Sivie seemed extremely taboo about Shade saying that.
After washing up, he held Sivie and quickly fell asleep. There was a scent of