MEOW.
Hurriedly rushing through the twilight, the white cat had barely approached the palace before it heard Isadella's words echoing within the hall.
Consequently, its form suddenly staggered, almost tumbling out of the twilight.
I seem... to have arrived at an inopportune moment?
Such a thought had only just begun to surface.
The next moment, the white cat heard Shiayar's pleasant, light laughter. "No, Silvia."
"You've arrived just in time."
He waved his hand gently.
Following that, the graceful white cat felt its body lighten.
It actually fell out of the twilight's glow.
When it came to its senses once more, the cat found itself in a strong and solid embrace.
A hand, not particularly robust yet with clearly defined knuckles, caressed the white cat's body with tenderness. The faint warmth between the fingers momentarily mesmerized the white cat.
However, the faint sensation that something was amiss swiftly snapped the cat back to reality.
