"I'm sorry"

Garden of the Sheikh's residence.

A short distance from the soldiers at the escort, Lise told Efa so.

"Apparently, I misunderstood you."

"Misunderstood......?

"Like that slaver said...... I thought the feeling of thinking of your master was something I had to hold. Few people are scared of new situations. Try to assume that now is the best time. But... your mind seems different."

Lise says in a different way.

"You love me, take that boy"

"Ahhh!?

"Then I have nothing more to say... Try your hand."

Efa, whose face turned bright red, offers her right hand as she is told.

When Lize took it, at some point she drew a pattern resembling the magic formation on the back of her hand with her bloody seeping index finger.

Somehow a spell can be cast small.

Then, the magic formation of blood faded away so that it was sucked into his hands.

"Let's do some of my spirits"

Efa noticed that some of Lise's haunting vast spirits were moving by her side.

It seems to me that we are gathered in a magical formation of vanished hands, not demonic stones or rings.

"Especially the Sons of Light... the Spirit of Light is rare. You can do that if you're used to it."

Eefa looks at her own left hand following Lise's gaze.

The thumb cut on the wind blade had healed without a trace.

Lise says abruptly.

"Looking at you reminds me of the fairy tale princess why"

"Huh...?

"A diaspora princess who uses the magic of elves. A companion of the brave, yet a merciful daughter of even the Demon King...... You'll be fine. I'm sure you'll get that thought."

"Oh, is it...?

"I still don't suspect that that boy is heterogeneous. But... there's nothing else. Didn't that boy himself say that? Even if they are different, they can become a family. Dragons and people have lived together, much easier than that."

Lise said at the end.

"Fortunately. My compatriots."