I'm not afraid of death, just of not dying.
"So this time, will you incur another debt of love, like you did before... like Miss Silvia, the White Tower Master?"
"I shouldn't... probably not."
Shiyar recalled the information from within Escarnia. At least up until now, there had been no occurrence of a situation like that of the Gray-Silver Witch.
Listening to Shiyar's reply, Enola nodded in satisfaction. With the tacit understanding between them, she naturally could tell Shiyar wasn't lying.
Enola stretched out her pale hand, and a miniature, silver-colored lance quietly appeared above it.
"Actually, about two weeks ago, when you entered that place again, I sensed a slight disturbance in Rhongomyniad."
"Its revival seemed to have accelerated once more... It's just that at the time I didn't know the specifics. I had to immerse myself entirely in meditation to assimilate the feedback from Rhongomyniad's unsealing."
