She was like a girl in love.
But upon closer thought, it was indeed so. Excluding the period of her self-induced slumber, Silvia's experiences and mindset were, after all, that of a girl in her early twenties.
Considering this, Isveytan and Fioran themselves were the true "old aunts."
Meanwhile, Silvia paid no attention to Isveytan's wild thoughts.
"Let's talk about it later."
The Gray-Silver Witch's figure began to fade, soon vanishing into the dusk's shimmering light.
The next moment, she appeared in her room.
She still gazed at the distant sky, staring blankly in the direction of the Empire Capital.
On the desk, the thick journal lay open once again, neat yet messy handwriting rapidly appearing on its pages.
And in Silvia's mind, she repeatedly savored the feelings she had just experienced.
Even if in Brother Shiayar's eyes I'm just a white cat... but that's just too... too...
