There were three things in life Summer hated.
Shadebeasts. Witches.
"Miss Dragon? This is not the way to our home."
And now, this little creature she now carried on her back.
"My home." Summer stressed the word 'my'. Her arms wrapped Ciel's thighs tighter, as the small, sleeved arms pressed further to her neck.
"I moved it." Summer sighed, her step slow with steadiness, each linger further than they should. "The shadebeast knows where I live now. It's obviously too dangerous."
"So…?"
Hearing Ciel's regretful, hesitating hum, Summer groaned.
Why did she feel like it was as if Ciel's world collapsed? It was her home that was forced to move in the first place!
"I borrowed a Witch specialised in Realm magic to move it elsewhere." Summer responded with a low breath.
Then, she felt the need to add. "It would be the same as before."
Why did she mention that? Had the witch's taunt gotten to her? Was she always so inefficient with her words?
