My gift for Circe is a bouquet of flowers matching her violet hair.
"Oh…"
"These flowers are specially treated with magic. They'll stay fresh as long as the magic holds."
I learned this from reading the witches' books.
It's an application of a method to keep food fresh using magic.
Since a mage can't keep channeling magic forever, you'd need a magic stone.
Using an expensive magic stone just to preserve food or flowers is absurd.
Only a clan overflowing with magic stones and wealth like the witches could pull this off.
Still, it's a date, so a gift like this is a must, right?
"I'll love my wife Circe forever, like these flowers."
"…Thank you, really."
Circe carefully took the bouquet with both hands.
She gazed at it like it was a treasure, then buried her face in it to smell the fragrance.
"Phew…"
Her slightly flushed cheeks and moist eyes.
Just looking at the flowers, Circe was overflowing with sensuality.
