Abasdarhon's Castle

Judging by the man's thoughts, the witch was just an ordinary fortune teller, predicting fate with cards. In his imagination, he kissed and hugged the structuralist, like a close relative he hadn't seen in a long time. And they, holding hands, danced around the signpost.

The girl didn't want to dance and hug this man, but she didn't think it was very nice to leave him without a reward for his help, so Maylin decided to do a small favor for her new acquaintance.
— You know, Sir Meomoth, I'm not suggesting anything, but no structuralist would want to dance with you or anyone else around a signpost, — the collapse witch smiled softly. — But, for example, if you don't refuse a good night's sleep or a feeling of pure, genuine happiness, or the appearance of a new goal in life...