Accompanied by a man who introduced himself as Eighth, the young man went out into the inner garden. There he noticed Arabel, and his face first reflected surprise, and then a familiar soft smile.
"We meet again, charming lady," he said as he approached her.
Arabel looked at him only for a moment and then returned to her contemplation of the spring without saying a word.
The young man obviously expected her to ignore him, so he wasn't too surprised.
Fifth, who was standing next to Arabel, kept a serene expression on her face. Eighth did not interfere either, although his gaze lingered on the young gentleman for a moment, as if warning him not to disturb other visitors.
At this time, in the back of her mind, Arabel, who had assumed the image of a White, found herself surrounded by her other versions.
Pink Arabel and Black Arabel looked at her menacingly:
"Just try to talk to him, otherwise we..."
