In any case, regardless of what else might happen at Lake Schluch, Shard has already returned to the lounge on the third floor of the manor with the witches. By this time, it was already nearing eleven in the evening, but the atmosphere of the banquet was becoming increasingly lively. Most of the people here would probably leave after midnight, so tonight was indeed going to be a long one.
After Shard sank into the sofa, he let out a long breath, his whole body seeming to relax into it. He looked upwards at the crystal chandelier in the center of the room, a contented expression on his face. But then his face was suddenly covered by a shadow; it was Mia's little head blocking his view, the cat seemingly studying his expression.
