"To be honest, Miss Aphrola, I thought you would be the kind of person who would love to kill me."
Shard extended his hand, and the witch hesitated before grasping it, murmuring softly in wonder:
"Why should I kill you? What benefit would that bring me? However, this is indeed the first time I've shaken hands with a man since I became an adult."
The witch's hand was soft, and Shard asked:
"How does my hand feel?"
"Your hand is rough, although it is recovering, I can still tell that you probably did heavy labor before."
She withdrew her hand, then gestured toward the top of Shard's head. A black spider jumped from his hair into the palm of her hand, then climbed to her face and turned into a subtle beauty mark below her eye.
"So, this spider belongs to you? Did you really smell the scent of the ocean on me earlier?"
