The witch was killed

It was past four in the morning, and the sun was slowly making its way out of the darkness when Lemiel stepped onto his bedroom balcony. His hair which had been combed back earlier that night was now slightly disheveled with strands falling down onto his forehead.

He pushed the balcony doors and just after a few steps, his eyes fell upon the woman sleeping on his desk. Sienna had her arm on the witch's book while her head rested on her arm. He watched her sleeping soundly and took quiet steps.

However, as if sensing Lemiel's presence, Sienna's eyelids fluttered and opened just as he stood beside her. At first, her eyesight was blurry, but when Lemiel's silhouette registered in her vision, she immediately lifted her head off the desk. In her haste, she almost spilled the ink near the book and papers.

"I guess you were so worried about me that you didn't leave my room to wait for my return," he remarked with a playful smile on his lips.