Mona watched as Solamus returned to her dwelling in the forest, and she hurried out to greet him.
Human emotions do not just vanish into thin air; they always need something to cling to.
Ever since she had become deeply disappointed in her mother, Mona had subconsciously entrusted her emotions to Solamus, without even realizing it herself.
Faced with Mona coming towards her, Solamus smiled.
Mona was a bit stunned; she rarely saw this witch crack a smile.
"Master... where have you been?"
Mona asked in a low voice.
Unbeknownst to her, she was already in her twenties. For most humans, being in their twenties meant they had lived through a small portion of their lives. However, for Mona, who had become a witch, a vast amount of magic potions could extend her lifespan to four or five hundred years.
Solamus stroked Mona's head gently, just like before.
"Mona, I have to leave."
Mona looked at Solamus in shock.
She could hardly believe the witch's words.
