In the gloomy midnight, the thick clouds continually hid the moonlight, and the stars in the night sky twinkled with a dim light.
The sound of the Mystical Deer's hooves pulling the sleigh was especially clear on the silent snowfield, as if drumming against the pitch-black rhythm.
"Today is probably my eleventh birthday."
Siegler looked up at the moon, her purple eyes reflecting the clear moonlight, as if she had thought of something.
Besides when she was very young, when her parents were still around, she had celebrated proper birthdays. Later, even she herself had forgotten about the occasion.
It must be past midnight by now, maybe even three or four o'clock.
It was definitely a new day.
"Oh."
Lanci blinked in surprise.
A child's birthday is quite an important event that should not be overlooked.
But now that the two of them had left the city, there was no way to buy a cake and gifts to celebrate Siegler's birthday.
"Do you have any wishes?"
