"Do we really have to do this?"
"It's a necessary sacrifice..."
"I don't understand."
"You will understand what is given at this moment..."
Mist-like candlelight dispelled the darkness.
The breeze caressed the terrace, delicate pastries were placed on the round table, and Claire, with freshly wrapped bandages, sat at the table.
Lu Li sat on a wooden chair elevated by a stack of books, allowing Claire to tie a black bow tie, similar in color to his fur, around his neck.
The scene before them was like a tea party meticulously arranged by a little girl for her pet.
The good news was that the food was not made of sand and dirt, the bad news was that Lu Li was not an actual cat.
"Is it?"
The Lizard Maid who brought the pastries retreated from the terrace, and Claire watched its back.
