Midnight Greeting 157

紫の薔薇の花びらがひらりと舞い落ちる。魔女イザベラの心の琴線が誰かにそっと触れられ、ひとつの計画が、静かに頭の中に芽生え始めた――

紫蔷薇的花瓣悄然飘落，魔女伊莎贝拉的心弦被某人轻轻拨动，一个计划，在她脑海中悄然成形……

As the petals of a purple rose drift down, the strings of Isabella the witch’s heart are gently plucked by someone. A plan quietly begins to take shape in her mind...