"Why did you suddenly stop? Haven't you always wanted to return to that seat?"
Azura's abrupt halt caught Timothy off guard, leaving him slightly surprised.
Escorting Azura back to the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon felt oddly like walking a daughter down the aisle. There was a sense of pride, sure, but more than anything, it was hard to let go.
"I don't know..."
Azura's voice trembled, almost as if she was on the verge of tears.
She shook her head gently, her eyes filled with reluctance, even a hint of regret. "For a long time, I could feel the contract's end date approaching. I don't know why, but every time I thought about it, it made me feel uneasy.
So, I stopped looking at the calendar a while ago, hoping to just let the days pass quietly.
But I never thought... that this day would come so soon."
Timothy glanced down and noticed that the tips of Azura's light blue hair were slightly messy from leaning against him earlier.
