“I don’t know the details. However, seeing that the Great Witch accompanied him, it must be a serious matter, right?”
There wasn’t a hint of resentment mixed in that light tone.
It was an attitude like a loyal dog faithfully carrying out its master’s orders. Without harboring a single doubt about Ian’s choices and decisions, like a clever pet that only handles the tasks it’s been asked to do.
“…I see.”
Seria nodded as if she accepted it for now.
Honestly, she still couldn’t properly assess the situation, but what could she do?
The senior she loved had already left.
With that answer, the conversation in the sickroom came to an abrupt halt. It was a natural outcome since Cien no longer paid attention to Seria, and Seria also kept her mouth shut.
How much time had passed like that?
Seria, who had been blankly watching Cien’s sewing, suddenly felt an unexpected question…