"I hope we can die in moments of happiness."
This is probably a statement that's both absurd and extremely reasonable.
Margaret sat on the bed, pondering for a moment, then called Harrison over.
"Bend down."
Harrison complied, his expression slightly puzzled. Margaret reached out, stroking his pointed ears and ruffling his silky silver hair.
"Your will to live is really low."
The witch who had struggled desperately to break free from the thorny cage remarked lazily and softly.
Saint Sebastian never returned after leaving.
The next morning, Margaret dressed up as a male again and went to class with a book in hand. As expected, the basic white magic theory class was taught by the bespectacled lady. Her teaching was systematic, but the style was dull, and many students were yawning below.
