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When he opened his eyes and found a man with pale platinum hair and transparent blue eyes, clear and cold as pieces of ice, leaning so close that their faces were almost touching, Silas nearly murmured, Ah... is this what people mean when they say they met an angel in their dreams?
Of course, Silas knew exactly whose face it was, especially when there were so few expressions that ever appeared upon it. A few seconds later, when that familiar voice called his name—
"Silas?"
Silas immediately straightened himself a little too quickly, causing Alric to instinctively pull his face back.
"I hope you haven't forgotten our promise."
"Our promise?"
"I told you that when I had some free time, I would teach you how to shoot a bow."
"Ah, yes... yes... I haven't forgotten at all."
