Chapter 96

Darcy's movements were like those of a master craftsman shaping a piece of pottery.

There was an aura of unapproachable concentration surrounding him as he furrowed his brow. Every small movement of his fingers resembled the skilled guidance of a conductor, or perhaps a musician tuning an instrument or playing a delicate string melody.

As the work became more intricate, lines of concentration deepened on Darcy's face, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. It was a testament to how intensely he was focused on this task.

The magic stone, which had initially been just a rough lump, now closely resembled the detailed heart depicted in the blueprint.

Darcy kept pushing back the strands of hair that kept falling into his eyes, clearly finding them a nuisance.

"Maybe I should tie it back for him."

Looking around, I eventually took a hairpin from my own hair. After all, it wasn’t like Eiren's place would have any hairpins lying around.@@novelbin@@

“What are you doing?”

“Just going to pull your hair back a bit.”

“By all means.”

I stood behind Darcy and gently combed his hair with my fingers.

The strands flowed like silver threads. The soft, wavy texture reminded me of rippling waves.

I swept the stray hair back and secured it with the pin.

“That’s much better. Thanks.”

Darcy moved his head slightly, checking the hold on his hair, then nodded in satisfaction.

“How much longer will it take?”

“About ten more hours, I think. The shape is just about done, but there’s nothing inside it yet.”

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