After completing the routine inspection at Cassia Cathedral, Celitia bid farewell to Ariel and returned to her home in the outer district.

In the quiet of the night, Celitia unconsciously recalled the scenes from these past few days.

The smile she had shown when Shanie and Benita knocked down Charlotte and pushed Sophia to her side.

And the sense of loss that surged from deep within her heart after hearing that news, which she couldn't shake off no matter what.

You know, don't you, Celitia.

As if someone was interrogating her over and over again.

Deep in your heart, that most genuine desire...

The next day.

Celitia, holding a stack of materials, walked anxiously across the cobblestones beneath her feet and arrived at the wooden door she had visited many times before.

Today was a rest day, and according to their agreement, Celitia would come at this time to visit Florence and complete the work she needed.

Having been too troubled to sleep well last night, Celitia yawned deeply, sporting dark circles under her eyes as she casually pushed open the workshop door.

The door was indeed unlocked... This girl couldn't have collapsed drunk in some corner again, could she?

Celitia grumbled inwardly as she stepped into the workshop.

"Hmm? Celitia?"

Someone turned around at the sound, calling her name in surprise.

"Florence?" Celitia was also very surprised.

Had the sun risen from the west? Florence was actually up this early?

What surprised Celitia even more was that Florence was actually cleaning up.

The workshop, which was usually a chaotic mess, had actually been properly organized by Florence, with various items sorted and arranged in an orderly fashion in different corners.

Celitia narrowed her eyes.

Could it be that Florence had done something bad again and was preparing to pack up and flee?

Before she could ask, Florence had already walked up to her, laughing in surprise:

"Oh, my cute Lily, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Celitia unconsciously touched her dark circles and put on a nonchalant expression:

"I slept rather lightly last night and was woken up by the wind in the middle of the night."

"Wind?" Florence asked puzzledly, "Was there a strong wind last night? I don't remember that."

"That's because you slept too soundly."

Celitia coughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, what's wrong with you today? You're actually cleaning up for once."

Florence never liked to tidy up, adhering to the principle that as long as she could find things, no matter where they were placed, it counted as proper storage.

What was even more miraculous was that she really could find things, which only made it hard for Celitia, who always had to search for a long time whenever she needed something.

That she hadn't torn Florence's workshop apart was already due to Celitia's consideration for their old friendship and understanding of her nature.

"Oh, I'm packing up to leave."

Florence scratched her messy hair and shrugged innocently.

"You're always complaining about how messy it is here. I thought that while I'm away, if you come by, I should at least let you find things, so I tidied up a bit."

"Where are you going?"

As soon as Celitia asked the question, she immediately realized, "Oh, it's that auction you mentioned."

The end of the year was approaching, Queen Marianne's birthday ball was being prepared, and the auction Florence had mentioned was about to begin.

"Right," Florence nodded, "I've basically saved enough money. I'm planning to bring some things along the way to see if I can sell more, at least enough to cover the return trip fare."

Celitia actually wanted to tell Florence that there was nothing worthwhile about attending that damned auction.

The person was already dead, yet they still wanted to collect his belongings for auction, making money off his final reputation.

Without even thinking, Celitia knew it was probably Flora's idea.

If she really went, she would be playing right into her hands.

But these words ultimately couldn't be spoken to Florence.

"When are you leaving?" Celitia asked.

Florence nodded casually: "After I finish packing, today."

"So soon?"

Celitia looked at the materials in her arms, "I got some things from Teacher Meilan that I wanted to discuss with you."

"Not really that soon," Florence smiled at her, "I was already planning to leave in the next couple of days. I've been preparing for the past few days."

Florence picked up several items and put them into the woven bag on the table, casually tying the bag shut.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Celitia's expression was somewhat complex as she looked at the still carefree Florence, "Were you planning to leave without saying goodbye?"

Florence laughed heartily and reached out to roughly ruffle Celitia's hair, making the girl's hair as messy as her own.

Celitia lowered her head slightly, unusually not resisting, letting Florence mess up her long hair.

"Because I hate goodbyes the most. That feeling of not knowing when we'll meet again next time makes me feel terrible! However, I did leave a letter. Since you're here, that letter is no longer needed."

Florence moved aside the woven bag full of items and casually pulled out an envelope from underneath.

Just as she was about to crumple the envelope and stuff it into her pocket, Celitia's quick reflexes allowed her to snatch the envelope away.

"Hey! Give it back!!"

Florence immediately panicked, pouncing on Celitia and holding her in her arms, not letting her have a chance to tear open the envelope.

Celitia struggled desperately: "What are you doing? It's just a letter—"

"No way, give it back!!"

The two fought for a long time, ultimately ending with Florence's victory.

She snatched back the envelope, a small flame dancing from her fingertips as she directly set the envelope on fire.

Celitia was too weak and couldn't win against Florence despite her best efforts, so she could only glare breathlessly at the flame before her:

"I say, wasn't this a letter for me? Why won't you let me read it?"

"There's nothing worth reading, just a bunch of nonsense," Florence's face turned red with embarrassment, "I wrote it when I was drunk, it doesn't count."

"..."

Now she was even more curious!

However, the letter had already been forcibly destroyed by Florence, so even if she wanted to read it, she couldn't.

"There really wasn't anything worth reading!"

Florence fumbled anxiously, pulling out a bracelet from her clothes and pressing it into Celitia's palm, trying to divert her attention.

"This is what I really intended to give you, something that cost me quite a bit of effort!"

This was a four-leaf clover bracelet, delicate and small. At first glance it appeared silver, but under sunlight, it shimmered with quite magnificent rainbow colors.