Just as Ian fell asleep.
In the room across the corridor.
Everyone knew that Rirym, from the Ollivander Family and possessed of a rather mature charm, was still reading at his desk. His three roommates, exhausted from a day of travel, had already drifted off to sleep early.
"The Fallen Witch Fell in Love With Me."
This was the obscure entertainment novel Rirym had been reading ever since he met Ian.
Today, the blond boy finally reached the ending.
"A witch could not save her own Destiny, nor could she redeem her lover. Like the endings of countless tragic tales, she was destined to spend the final stretch of her life in solitude."
"May the Ravens of Soul Land brush away all her sorrow and grief when they guide this Legend onward." Rirym had turned the storybook to its very last page.
However.
After finishing it, he did not close the book. Instead, he gently caressed its pages, still somewhat unsatisfied.
"Why did it have to end here?"
Rirym murmured softly.
In his view.
The story was not over yet.
It was still continuing.
The sky outside was steeped in deep darkness, stars glittering beneath the Night Curtain. As if he had expected something, Rirym suddenly raised a hand and pushed open the window against the harsh winter cold.
A bone-piercing wind blew in.
Along with a little guy flying with the wind.
It was a nightingale.
It looked utterly ordinary, with dull brown feathers, a few white spots across its breast, large round eyes, and a short pointed beak.
"It's freezing outside! Close the window already!"
After entering the room.
The nightingale landed on the perch beside the desk.
It actually spoke human words.
Its voice was soft and sweet.
Who knew whether it was a witch with profound