“Wait a second.”
Her gaze rose slowly along the arm that had grabbed her.
Eyes that held the sky outside the window exactly as it was. The son whom God loved so dearly He set him down on earth—Timothy Lilywhite.
He whispered urgently. Just a moment, please—wait.
‘……Hmm, did he catch on?’
I did just now use a bit of magic without meaning to. It was a momentary slip of magic, jolted out by surprise.
But it had been an exceedingly tiny amount to notice.
Timothy said nothing as he held her arm. Several seconds passed like that.
‘What amazingly curious eyes.’
They say they show the sky’s condition as-is—storm clouds if it’s overcast, bright when it’s clear.
I heard that if you look into his eyes, you see that day’s sky.
Anyway, appreciation time over. Facing him, Jioh shook the arm he was holding. Excuse me.
“Do you have something to say?”
“……No, no.”
Swish. Timothy let go of her arm.
But still staring straight through…