At the darkest time before dawn, Lancelot looked towards the sky. The sky here was no different from the sky of his hometown. Beautiful stars embroidered it forming a river and the moon glowed like jewels.

Would the night sky also be as beautiful where Den is? Would he be looking up at the same sky? Lancelot snickered at the thought.

Den had once said he liked the night sky. He’d said that at times only after seeing a starless night when he encountered a beautiful scene, one would be moved to tears.

Lancelot was a little scared thinking that he had never seen a night sky without stars. A starless sky would be very dark and lonely. 

But when had Den seen such a lonely night sky?

Lancelot answered his own question. Den was a magician, so he should be able to see and hear anything. 

"I want to hang out together."

Thinking that Den might be able to hear him, Lancelot let the words escape his mouth, but it only added to the loneliness. It was as if the starless night sky that Den had mentioned had settled into his heart.

"What are you doing there?"

As Lancelot was looking up at the night sky in front of the bonfire, Leisha came out of the carriage and asked.

"Nothing, I was just looking at the night sky."

Leisha took a pot out of her pocket space. Then, she made water with magic, poured it into...