"How is it, Brother Shiayar."
"Today's attire... for a moment, did it remind you of the past when we first met."
Silvia chuckled quietly.
Just like five hundred years ago, when she was still naive and carefree, fretting over what to wear for her date with Shiayar.
Suddenly, she leaned in and held Shiayar's hand.
"Or perhaps, did it stir your heart?"
Shiayar blinked, looking at the silver-haired girl in front of him.
He had to admit that there was indeed a moment when his heart was profoundly moved.
"Where did Ennie learn all those mischievous tricks?"
"Cough, speaking of which, when did Silvia Babe get so close with Ennie?"
Shiayar coughed, using his incredibly strong spiritual power rank to forcefully calm the waves stirred in his depths by the witch in front of him.
It must be said, even though the original Silvia was quite charming indeed.
However, after learning these forward skills, the destructive power of this Gray-Silver Witch Miss increased by more than a level.
