"Tell me, what is your wish, Syra?"
"Huh???"
Syra was caught off guard by Clyde's out of the box question. She did not expect the other party to ask her about her wish out of the blue, so she was momentarily stunned.
"Come on, just say it. I don't often grant wishes for no reason. So make it count while I was still in the mood of granting one. This is a rare opportunity."
Clyde urged so before he could even take back his words, Syra already racked her brain for a suitable wish to ask her master.
"Okay! I have decided, I want----"
Yet before Syra could even finish what she was about to say, Clyde already put a finger over her lips to hush her.
Syra was confused by his action but decided against arguing with her. Instead, they held that position for about a minute or two.
Clyde smiled at him before looking up and closing his eyes.
"Just make your wish like this. Don't say it out loud."
