Deprivation and Bestowal
Addicted, are you?
Fu Qian had no complaints about the Witch's shopping efficiency.
But this seemingly thoughtful safety tip had him grumbling inwardly.
Hold on tight? I'd need hands for that, wouldn't I?
With my current body structure, wouldn't it make more sense to say "wrap yourself around me tighter"?
She was obviously taking advantage of him by using the tone of someone taking a child to an amusement park.
Her behavior along the way had made it very clear how much she enjoyed herself.
But considering she was carrying him around for a stroll in the body of a Templar Knight, Fu Qian wasn't about to hold it against her.
Of course, he'd never mistaken this behavior for any kind of change in their relationship.
If the Witch really were the Red Moon, there'd have been no need for such a roundabout trip.
"Inspiration from the other moon?"
At the same time, though, it seemed far too much of a coincidence to dismiss the Witch's self-identification as pure improvisation.
Even though the last time he'd connected with the Witch, the Red Moon hadn't found him yet, and there should theoretically have been no connection between them, Fu Qian still suspected there was a reason behind it.
"While helping you pick things up, I found something interesting."
The Witch let out a soft laugh and held out a glittering object.
Almost at the same moment, the light dimmed, and the two of them drifted silently into the dilapidated painting.
She was far more graceful than he'd been the last time.
He hardly felt any discomfort. As he marveled at it, Fu Qian confirmed that he'd returned to the World Within the Painting.
Although the painting had gained a touch of the supernatural now that it was