Individuals who need water will dig a properly. Damia pretended to be ignorant and waited for Callistea to chunk the bait.

Then the Saint, who had been hesitating, clasped her arms tightly and opened her mouth:

“I’m glad to listen to your loved ones is doing properly. However, the altering of the seasons is simply across the nook… … I hope everyone seems to be okay.”

It was a typical blessing somebody would usually say, however Damia abruptly remembered one factor. The truth that her stepmother, whose physique was weak, suffered from physique aches yearly throughout the altering of the seasons.

Might or not it’s that Callistea was saying this with this in thoughts? Damia, smelling one thing suspicious, requested with out additional hesitation:

“With all due respect, have you learnt my stepmother?”

Callistea bit her mouth. It was very troublesome for somebody like her to open her mouth.

However Damia appeared to have the solutions she needed.

“Properly, Callistea-nim has no method of figuring out my stepmother. I requested a foolish query.”

Damia neatly retracted and placed on a tragic expression. And he or she laid the bait of what she was fearful about.

“Really, when studying the letter, it appears my stepmother was in poor health lately. So, should you ever knew her, I needed to ask the Saint to deal with her… … .”

“… … Why? Is she sick?”

Ultimately, Callistea couldn’t bear it and requested. As if a traveler pushed to the brink of dehydration within the desert couldn’t ignore the imaginative and prescient of an oasis in entrance of them.

Damia smiled at her surprisingly earnest query. And he or she quoted what Callistea had mentioned earlier, replying vaguely:

“Properly, as you already know, the seasons are altering. She’ll be advantageous after some time. As at all times.”

At these phrases, Callistea realized she had caught on to her much more than she had anticipated. Then, concurrently alertness appeared in her water-colored eyes, Damia opened her mouth.

“Now it’s my flip, Saint.”

It was a really calm voice, nevertheless it was surprisingly ominous. Callistea’s coronary heart sank. Damia requested, trying straight into her eyes, fluttering over her veil.

“I’ve knowledgeable you of the particular person you’re interested in, so please inform me, too. The place is Cesare now?”

Naturally, as an alternative of answering the query stupidly, Callistea pretended to be ignorant too.

“Cesare? Who’s that? Is he somebody who works for the Excessive Temple?”

“Oh, you need to know. You pulled him out of jail just a few days in the past, didn’t you? Utilizing my pal Kael.”

She pushed again even tougher with out lifting a single eye. She didn’t have the slightest expectation that Callistea would graciously admit it.

The one motive she pressed her like this was to watch how Callistea reacted. Her coping expertise weren’t very crafty for her superior age.

“… … I don’t know what you’re speaking about. I don’t even know who Cesare is, and I’ve by no means taken him away.”

The tone was robust, however Callistea’s legs trembled barely as if nervously. The vibration transmitted to Damia by the bench.

Damia lowered her gaze and glanced down at her legs. Exactly, her low-heeled, mushy lambskin sneakers swayed from her toes.

“Didn’t we comply with alternate data with one another? So please inform me. The place and the way did you handle to cover Cesare?”

“… … I mentioned I didn’t know. When you hold placing strain on me like that with none foundation, I’ll simply depart.”

Whilst Callistea clenched her fists, she by no means raised her voice. As a substitute, it was simply as she was about to expire of her seat, retorting in her low, fast tone.

‘Now.’

Damia, who had been aiming for this second all alongside, rapidly stepped on the heel of her shoe. The mushy sheepskin sneakers stretched and slipped off Callistea’s toes.

Her sneakers had been taken off abruptly, staggered as she stepped onto her chilly marble ground. To not miss the second— Damia obtained up rapidly from her seat and snatched her sneakers.

“Oh no. Even should you don’t wish to discuss to me, you need to put on your sneakers.”

Damia knelt on the bottom holding out her sneakers. It was clear she meant to place the sneakers on her.

“Come on, Saint.”

Callistea, who had misplaced her sneakers, might neither do that nor that, and he or she hesitated. Lastly, Damia grabbed her ankle; she then positioned her shoe in opposition to her limp toes.

“Hmm?”

Simply earlier than placing her sneakers on, Damia tilted her head.

“Callistea-nim’s toes are greater than I believed.”

Having mentioned that, Damia smiled meaningfully. Then she continued with phrases that had been on the tip of her tongue this complete time.

“Simply… … like a person.”