– The Tea Party –
It was ironic—
A breathtaking garden, adorned with flowers of every shape and color, blooming in the heart of a continent reduced to lifeless desert.
The Witch's Garden had always been an enigma.
A dreamlike place whispered about across the Ultrass Continent.
But only a select few were ever granted the honor of stepping inside.
Among them, Simon Manus had been the most frequent guest ... thanks to their shared eccentricities, which allowed the two to sit for hours, talking without a hint of boredom.
Now, Simon sat quietly at Beatrice's game table, unmoving, eyes closed, as if awaiting something inevitable.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long.
A faint smile curved his lips as he opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of the pale-skinned woman with long black hair now seated across from him.
She wore an elegant dress of black and violet, her expression darkened by annoyance as she glared at him with violet eyes.
