"No, Seraph, you're my shadow."
Seraph sulked. "Then as your shadow do I come after your wives like a higher concubine?"
Arthur nodded.
Seeing this, she got up from his body while Isabella gave a warm smile.
Arthur turned to her, slightly pouting. "You should have helped me."
She chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand. "But it was sweet."
"Hmph."
Seraph, as if she had been waiting for ages, slid into his shadow.
Arthur didn't react and continued down the hallway that led to the room housing the main clock mechanism.
'She's supposed to be around there, right?'
The next instant after his thought, a lone figure dashed out from a corner as if something were chasing her.
The moment she turned to face forward, she froze.
"Ar... Arthur Arcain."
Arthur, with his hands in his pockets, continued with deliberate steps. Behind him, Isabella didn't even try to hide her killing intent.
The woman with a heart at the top of her tail trembled slightly, clutching a book in her hand.
