Lyria blinked. "...Huh?"
"I said okay." He opened his eyes and looked directly at her. "If you've decided to do it, then I'll support you."
Her lips parted slightly. "You... will?"
"Of course." Noah's expression softened.
"But don't misunderstand. If you collapse halfway through, I'll carry you away myself. Me or anyone here won't let you throw your life away."
Despite the seriousness of his words, a small smile appeared on his face.
Lyria stared at him. The tension in her chest eased a little. A hope sprouted. "Okay... the magic circle is deform slightly because of Vorthane's intervene. Wait for a while, Uncle please prepared it back."
Caelthas nodded and moved to circle, mages followed him.
While Noah suddenly lifted one hand and gently brushed a loose strand of blonde hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
His fingers were cold against her cheek. Yet the gesture was so tender that Lyria suddenly forgot what she had been about to say.
