Eirian and Azrael found themselves seated at the quaint tea table inside the gazebo, embraced by the serene ambience of the garden. They had requested a maid to brew some tea, and now the delicate aroma of the tea intermingled with the sweet scent of the surrounding flowers.
In the quietness of the night, the two of them sat comfortably, sipping their tea, letting the peaceful atmosphere envelop them.
Azrael's gaze wandered to the flowers, their petals glowing softly under the moon's gentle light. The illumination made them appear almost otherworldly, as if part of a dreamscape. Glowing butterflies flitted around the blossoms, adding an enchanting touch to the already magical scene.
