The air seemed to freeze in an instant.
Nearby, the blonde girl blinked, still struggling to comprehend the true meaning behind Silvia's words.
What spiritual power division? What familiar transformation ritual? What tactile sharing...?
These were all esoteric concepts, and for Enola, such complex vocabulary was admittedly challenging to understand.
Shiayar's gaze, however, grew increasingly strange.
If he couldn't recognize the reality of the situation now, given all these hints, he would seriously have to question his own intelligence.
Shiayar looked deeply at Silvia beside him, his gaze intense.
Well, I'll be.
I'd wondered why that white cat was so clingy to me. It wouldn't even bother its own master when she arrived, preferring to stay with me. So eager to please, going above and beyond just trying to curry favor with its future master.
I never expected you to be *that* kind of cat!
