Whispering Verse

Twenty minutes later, Siris Lassus stepped out from behind the stage and walked onto the stage with the curtain still drawn.

The lights gathered through the lenses above the stage were still shining here, and when the blonde girl walked up, she even felt a little hot. There was a smile on her lips, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the blonde witch sitting alone on the silk cloth, supporting the ground with her left hand, and reaching behind her back with her right hand to try to button up the tight upper garment.

The witch's beautiful blond hair looks even more charming under the stage lights. The originally fair skin now showed a strange and attractive color with a blush under the stage lights.

"I sent Shade away, and I gave him the black time key extracted from the land. I thought you would let him stay tonight."

As he spoke, Sirius knelt on one knee behind her and reached out to help her button up the tight-fitting dress. The young girl looked at the sweaty neck and smelled some strange smell.

The witch's face turned red:

"I still have some concerns. After all, no witch has ever done this before. What happened tonight was enough."

"Yes, yes, what happened in the past twenty minutes has never been done by a witch before."

Sirius repeated.

"Of course not, at least someone did it on Saturday."

Miss Benanis retorted immediately, and then immediately blushed. Fortunately, her back was turned to Sirius.

The young girl squinted her eyes slightly:

"Please take a deep breath. When you sewed this dress, you only considered using the special fiber invented by Miss Sylvia to embellish the beads so that the beads would swing more beautifully when dancing. You did not consider this. Do the clothes fit your body shape?"

Sirius asked. The witch noticed that something was wrong with her friend's mood, but the "other me" didn't see anything from her face. She was embarrassed to explain that she had deliberately sewed one size smaller, so she changed the subject:

"What do you think I will do? Oh, Sirius, do you think I am a very frivolous person? This is the stage."

"But for you, isn't it the most romantic thing to create a new relationship on stage with a man you recognize after a performance in which you have invested all your emotions?"

Sirius, who knew her well, asked with a smile, taking advantage of the witch's inhalation to finally snap the hook behind her into the right position. She stood up, then pulled Miss Benanis up, and the witch said again:

"But I was covered in sweat. It wasn't romantic at all."

"Don't be ridiculous, Vanessa, the witch's sweat doesn't have a strange smell. And no matter what I look at, Shade really likes you being soaked in sweat."

"Sirius!"

The blushing Miss Benenice interrupted her loudly, then turned around half ashamed and half angry and asked:

"Have you been peeking?"

The young blonde girl smiled softly:

"Yes. Including you saying that you still owe him a promise - because of the puppet incident, he said that promise is for you to never forget him."

"you"

Miss Benenice's face turned completely red, and the young girl looked down at the ground, then suddenly raised her head and said:

"Spring is here, Golden Dawn has rested all winter, and it's time to plan the performance locations for the spring and summer of 1854. I think, Vanessa, you don't plan to stay in the Randall Valley and be lazy, right?"

The witch of the earth smiled, thinking of many things:

"So Siris, do you have any plans for which city Golden Dawn will go to next?"

"Of course."

Siris Lassus said, gently stroking the witch's sweaty and flushed shoulders with his fingers:

"We will give him a surprise."

(Little Mia is running.)

"Is this what happened last night?"

Early on Tuesday morning, pigeons landed in groups on St. Teresa Square, where the air was still good despite the haze, waiting to be fed by well-wishers. On the second floor of No. 6 Saint Teresa Square, it was already breakfast time.

The purple-eyed girl sat lazily at the table, listening to Shade telling about the performance he watched at the Wilde Opera House.

Shade nodded while soaking the breakfast biscuits in hot milk:

"I don't mean to praise other ladies in front of you, but that dance."

"I'm not that narrow-minded."

Luvia waved her hand:

"I just wanted to laugh."

"Well, you want to laugh because of my performance?"

Shade asked hesitantly, Luvia shook her head:

"Of course not, you didn't do anything wrong. It's because of Miss Benenice, she even had the courage to dance that kind of dance, but she didn't let you stay there overnight."

"Oh, Luvia~"

"I know you don't like talking about this kind of topic."

The purple-eyed girl smiled and touched the cat that was drinking goat's milk, but Mia avoided her hand even though she lowered her head:

"However, I am very interested in the scene you described. If I have the chance, I really want to see the scene you mentioned. Don't look at me like that, Shade. What I am interested in is the meaning of dance. . Judging from your description, it is a very old, very old sacrificial dance, praying for a good harvest and a prosperous population. It is really amazing that the witch can even find such information. "

Shade recalled the scene last night, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, lowered his head and continued to eat breakfast.

"Although it is just a symbolic sacrificial dance, I think it still has a role."

Luvia continued, and Shade raised his head curiously and asked:

"What's the purpose? After she finishes jumping, will there be a bumper harvest in the Randall Valley area this year?"

Luvia shook her head and looked at Shade with a teasing look in her eyes:

"Of course not, I mean, your performance last night was really good. Even if you lent me your piece of eternal youth, I still can't bear it. Maybe we can discuss it with her and let her come more often at night. I don’t think Her Majesty the Princess and Dorothy would object to dancing for you before.”

Shade almost choked on the bread:

"It's breakfast time now, let's talk about something that has nothing to do with the night."

Shade was embarrassed to continue this conversation. He knew very well that the purple-eyed girl was making fun of him:

"Speaking of the Evergreen Leaf. Your Evergreen Leaf was fed to me on Saturday, so you can take this piece of mine."

"But didn't you only have the last piece? You said it yourself, the last time key on the night of the Battle of Randall Valley did not allow you to obtain any blades."

Hearing her mention the key, Shade thought of the strange black time key given to him by Sirius when he left the Wilde Opera House last night with his shirt buttoned.

Because the vicinity of the Night Temple was not the place where the Chosen Ceremony was held, and the church did not know that there was a direct entrance to the Heart of the Earth in the cave at the bottom of the hill, so the church did not arrange manpower to monitor the area. Therefore, Siris, who had obtained the power of the earth, took advantage of this opportunity to extract the key that Shade wanted. The ceremony was actually very simple.

The strange black key is also made of wood and is exactly the same size as a normal time key. Even the ancient elven script engraved on it is the same as a normal time key. But just like Luvia said in the dream, the wood was completely dead.

Because he got the key, Shade thought that when he and Luvia slept together last night, the long-haired Luvia would let him enter the dream again and discuss the key, but unfortunately she didn't.

Therefore, Shade planned to wait until the "Father of the Infinite Tree"'s one-month "no use of time key" period expired, then open the key and go to the "Past Life·Sixth Era" to have a look. The special time key is also a time key. Shade tried it after returning home last night, and that key cannot be opened now.

But the good news is that the reason why it can't be opened is only because of the tree father's ban.

"Although there is only one leaf left, for me, the effect of [Eternal Youth Leaf] is not necessary. For the life-saving effect, my own [False Immortality] is very effective. And, Luvia, don't you Do you want your face to age a little bit?"

Shade said jokingly, and Luvia patted him gently:

"I have also learned part of the thaumaturgy in your [Secret Art of Immortality]. How is it possible for you to grow older obviously?"

Even so, she still accepted the leaf and thanked her with a kiss.

Shade doesn't plan to go to Randall Valley anymore today. He can't show up there often recently. The only thing that had to be done today was to wait for what Miss Carina said when she was at the cemetery yesterday, "There is something for Shade to do." Therefore, he looked very lazy during breakfast.

Although Luvia is still on vacation today, she has just come back and still has a lot of things to deal with. Not only did he have to finish writing the business trip reports for the college and the Prophet Association, but he also had to publish the acquisition news on the black market before leaving the local area, as well as the backlog of work to be processed.

So, she left after breakfast, much to Shade's disappointment, who had planned to spend the morning at home with the purple-eyed girl.

"There will be a lot of time in the future, my knight, why are you so disappointed? Could it be that I am usually very cold to you?"

When Shade sent Luvia downstairs, the purple-eyed girl pretended to be dissatisfied. Then he kissed the side of Shade's face gently, and then lowered his voice and said in his ear:

"If you can invite Dorothy to your home, I won't mind. Consider it a reward for you."

After saying that, he walked out of the room with a blushing face, leaving Xia De holding his side of the face, suspecting that he had heard the wrong sentence just now.

Since he has nothing to do for the time being, Xia De is not bored at home. Thinking that Miss Carina would not be very early even if she sent someone, he left little Mia at home to look after the house while he went out to Old John's pawn shop.