Lyla watched Marilyn wrap her arms around Zich, and he didn’t push her away. It was a familiar scene, just like how the relationship between the Witch and the Demon Lord of Strength had been. It was nothing strange, but…

Throb!

Yet, her heart ached every time she saw a sight like this. She kept feeling this as the days passed by, and their designated time to go to Violuwin’s burial site edged closer. Marilyn and Lyla went to the market to prepare for their upcoming arduous journey. Although they had most of the necessary items inside their magic boxes, the party had used a good amount of their supplies from all their traveling. Furthermore, since the place they were going to was especially dangerous, there was a possibility they could fall into a trap and be forced into hiding for an extended period of time.

The conversation between Lyla and Marilyn usually flowed with Marilyn asking questions about things she was curious about, and Lyla answered these questions. Marilyn was interested in many things, and after asking yet another question, Marilyn said, “Lyla.”

“What is it, Marilyn?”

“I think I actually love Sir Zich!” Her eyes sparkled...