"When will you return?" Vernisia said with a pout as she wrapped her arms around Zevien's neck.
"I don't know," Zevien wryly shook his head, "but I will know when I go there, and I'll inform you of when I will return."
Both of them were inside the top floor of Zenith Corp., and it was around 4 in the afternoon. The flight would take off after an hour, so Zevien had to reach the airport and board the private jet of the Magic Guild branch after forty minutes.
"We still have some time before you go, right?" Vernisia asked with puppy eyes.
Zevien rubbed his nose against her nose and kissed her before nodding, "yep. Tell me where you want to go, and we will go there."
"Yey, then let's go to the new Crescent Lake Cafe. It's a cafe in the middle of the lake, and we will be eating on a luxurious wooden boat."
"Alright," Zevien smiled and nodded.
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