"I didn't think that way. After all, although Mrs. Carmen was ultimately separated from her child, as long as Mrs. Thorn could successfully leave this place, that child would still have hope of reuniting with her.
"As for the old Victor Witches, I have no intention of judging their original wishes. Aging and death are processes every life must experience. If you truly returned them to youth according to their wishes, when old age came upon them again, they would likely resort to even more dangerous methods. In my opinion, the outcome you gave them was already perfect enough."
Shade answered, and the god continued to smile at him:
"Your deductions are all correct, but you overlooked one thing."
Her gentle eyes were full of amusement:
"Not only that pregnant woman—the two old Witches you mentioned have also realized what memories they lost. When they helped you welcome the new life, they remembered everything."
Shade blinked, a heartfelt smile appearing on his face:
"That is good, then. It really is a perfect outcome. Though the process was somewhat complicated, at least everyone achieved their wishes. Thank you for your mercy. I apologize for my doubts just now."
"But didn't you say you had no doubts?"
The tall, warm figure looked down at Shade. Without giving him a chance to explain, the right hand that had been resting atop the other lifted and flicked lightly. A speck of golden light fell from on high toward Shade—or rather, toward the cat on his shoulder.
Little Mia noticed that speck of golden light as well. But unlike what Shade had expected, she was not eager to touch it. Instead, she waited for it to fall on its own with the bored indifference of a cat watching pigeons in a square.
Only when the