Whispering Verse

The fire illuminated the three people sitting in front of the fireplace, as well as the busy maids behind them, the red-haired witch and the blonde writer. They noticed Shade sleeping almost at the same time. Miss Carina made a gesture of silence, and then cast a silencing spell beside Shade.

Tifa, who was standing by the side, took out a black towel blanket. Seeing little Mia lying on Shade's lap, the maid smiled and poked the cat. Mia was drowsy and wanted to lose her temper, but noticed that Shade was also asleep, so she jumped onto the carpet obediently and stood there. After Tifa covered Shad with a towel and blanket, she jumped on his lap again and lay down to sleep.

"Miss Carina, did you add something to the black tea? Or did you use some kind of magic?"

Dorothy was holding a tea cup and joking, while the witch looked at the jumping bonfire and shook her head:

"You really know that I am a witch. Did Shade say it, or did Lesia say it? No, it doesn't matter. I didn't do anything. He was probably too tired."

Both of them turned to look at Shad, who was sleeping on the chair. Dorothy said softly:

"He seems to have encountered a difficult enemy in Randall Valley City recently, so he is busy preparing every day."

"I heard from another young girl that the witches of the Fifth Era complained that the witches of our time did not take good care of him. Now it seems that those old women were really right."

Miss Carina sighed softly, and then looked at Dorothy:

"You and Lesia are familiar with each other, right? Let's go with Shade and I want to talk to Lesia."

Dorothy tilted her head and looked at him:

"You are Lesia's great-aunt. I think if you want to talk to her about something, you don't have to go through me, right?"

"It's not about current affairs, it's about Sha De."

The Witch was a little embarrassed, after all, she was not familiar with Dorothy - at least from her point of view:

"I want to talk to Lesia about some things. My great-niece has not liked me since she was a child. I obviously hugged her when she was born, and I even gave her advice on her name, but unfortunately I didn't adopt it."

This was the first time Dorothy knew about this. She resisted her curiosity to ask for another name. She felt that although tonight's appointment time was preempted, she was not angry about it at all:

"Has she hated you since she was a child?"

"Yes, I still remember the day Lesia was born. It was a snowy day. I was watching the snow in the courtyard of Yodel Palace with Lesia's grandmother, my brother's queen. When I heard the news I was very happy, but I instinctively felt something was wrong. At that time, I had just touched the threshold of transcendence, so I didn’t know what the appearance of that little girl born in the snow meant to me in the future. What."

She recalled the past with a smile on her lips. Although Dorothy stands with Lesia, she actually does not have a big conflict with Miss Carina:

"I heard Shade say that Lesia doesn't like you because she thinks you are dividing the Kingdom of Delarion."

"Yes, this is something my father, Lesia's great-grandfather, agreed to. My brother, Lesia's grandfather, also agreed that my father knew I was a witch."

The Duchess suddenly said, Dorothy was not surprised by this, after all, this kind of thing cannot be hidden from the closest people. Miss Writer's eyes shone. She liked this kind of palace secrets very much. Normally, you wouldn't hear about such things. Lesia didn't like to tell stories about the past either.

"My father, King Charles VII, was a truly heroic man. At the age of 56, he voluntarily gave up the throne. But when I became a witch and quickly climbed the Golden Stairs, my father's health was already very bad. alright."

She looked into the fire and told her story:

"It's interesting to say that most extraordinary people don't know what a witch means, but my father, an ordinary person, understands it very well. At that time, I had already imitated the ideas of the witch emperors, and my father agreed to me, Give me a county. But he also made me promise that I will spend my life protecting the Cavendish royal family."

His right elbow was placed on the armrest of the rocking chair, his forearm was raised, his fingers touched his lips, and the fire in his golden eyes shone:

"Now that I think about it, my father is really an amazing person."

“So that’s how it is”

Dorothy said softly that Lesia didn't know these things:

"A large territory within the kingdom is exchanged for a lifetime commitment from a high-level warlock. From my perspective, it is difficult to evaluate whether this is worth it."

"But I think Lesia thinks it's not worth it. She has ambitions no less than mine. She has not yet been able to touch the crown, but she already regards the entire Delarion as her own."

The witch chuckled, while Dorothy blushed slightly, thinking of Agelina's birthday party last Sunday, when they took turns wearing the princess's crown and the king's crown.

"Oh, I said too much. That's not what I want to talk to Lesiya this time. I just want you to understand the things between me and her. If you can, please tell her that you have time next week. , we can go for a walk outside the city together, and enjoy the snowy scenery on the outskirts of the city before winter is too far away. Then, I will tell her something about Shade."

The blonde girl's green eyes also reflected the firelight:

"Should I remind you that the hostess of No. 6 Saint Teresa Square includes me. I heard Shade talk about his promise to Lesia, and I know what you want to say to Lesia."

"Are all the girls around Shade as charming and smart as you?"

The witch asked, but did not deny her statement. The firelight left some shadows on the witch's extremely three-dimensional face:

"Also, as the hostess of Saint Teresa Square, have you asked Miss Luvia Anat for her opinion?"

Dorothy frowned slightly, thinking about how to deal with it. And Tifa stood in the shadow behind Shade, watching this scene with a smile.

"Luvia Anat is not here right now. This is a good opportunity. That girl with beautiful purple eyes is definitely not as simple as you think, even if you and her are ring magicians in the same group."

She took a sip of tea:

"So, I want to communicate with Lesia before Anat comes back. I will wait until I arrive in the Randall Valley soon, and then communicate with the female diviner. You are a writer, and you also understand that the 'Devil King' will be placed there Deal with it last.”

"I'm really looking forward to it, Luvia's expression when she knows you call her 'Demon King'."

Dorothy teased, and then asked:

"Excuse my curiosity, what are you doing in Randall Valley?"

"For what Shade is busy with right now."

She didn't know about the devil, she only thought that Shade was still running for the Guardians and the Chosen:

"Since last summer, you don't know about the major events in various parts of the Old Continent, right? And these things are all related to Shade, so you should also know about it."

The blonde girl narrowed her eyes slightly:

"Can you protect Shade?"

The witch blinked, feeling that she had said the wrong thing. Having known Shade for so long, Shade has never needed her protection. On the contrary, she has been protected by Shade:

"Yes, and help him accomplish what he wants to do. You and I can both see that he has an extraordinary pursuit. Therefore, Shade needs me to help him and coordinate with the Witch Council. Also Yes, can you and Lesia really defeat that soothsayer?"

Dorothy also blinked:

"I'm just an ordinary writer. I don't understand what you're talking about. But if you want to communicate with Lesia, I can send you a letter."

The witch smiled with satisfaction and said:

"Look, I knew that as long as I said I could help Shade, you would definitely help me."

Dorothy also said:

"In other words, because I know you can help Shade, I gave you a chance to try."

Both of them were holding teacups and looking at Shade. The firelight from the fireplace illuminated his crooked side face, as well as little Mia curled up on his legs. The cat's back caught the firelight, and its golden appearance seemed to glow.

"His other self is more sensitive than any ring magician. Even with the Silence Spell, I don't think the other Shade will not know what we said. So when Shade wakes up, he will know our conversation."

Dorothy said suddenly, compared to a certain seventeen-year-old girl who thought that Shade would be fine if he was in a coma, Miss Writer had considered it more carefully.

"It doesn't matter, look at me."

Miss Carina said to Shade who was sleeping:

"Please don't tell him yet. This is not a conspiracy against him, it's just a private matter."

Naturally, she didn't get any response. She just felt a gust of wind blowing by her ears, but the flame in the fireplace clearly did not tremble.

"Speaking of which, you can tell Lesia in your letter that I got a very beautiful piece of clothing, and she might also be interested in it."

Miss Carina suddenly said again, Dorothy looked at her doubtfully, and the witch showed a mysterious smile.

Shade did not sleep directly on the chair overnight. Dorothy was worried that sleeping like this would cause him to feel uncomfortable all over the next day, so she woke Shade at about nine o'clock in the evening and wanted him to go back to the bedroom to rest.

But Shade was still thinking about tonight's evening class and insisted on discussing the fairy tale "The Princess in the Pumpkin Carriage" with Dorothy until eleven o'clock in the night.

They stayed at the manor tonight, but early on Sunday morning only Shad returned to the city, because Dorothy wanted to spend more time in the manor. She had recently been imagining a clever Blizzard Mountain murder case. case. Little Mia was also left in the manor by Shade. When Dorothy returned to the city, she would take her to No. 6 Saint Teresa Square.

Shade did not stay at home for long. After returning home, he went to the Randall Valley and soon met Miss Bernice and Miss Lacers who had just finished breakfast at the Wilde Opera House.