Splash~
A huge splash bloomed as a silver fish was pulled up by a fine line, finally held steadily by a hand with smooth skin and full flesh.
"Noah, Gwen, we should go."
Casius removed the silver fish from the hook, tossed it back into the river, and called out to the cat and granddaughter beside him who were already in a daze.
"Oh, okay."
Noah leaped up, intending to squat on Little Gwen's head, but was skillfully caught by Gwendolin who held him in her arms, appearing very harmonious from afar.
At this time, Gwendolin was nearly fourteen, tall and slender, with a natural grace. Though she used a spell to conceal her appearance, during this period of seclusion, she had attracted many restless youths and single young men from the entire street.
