Celitia held the bracelet, examining it carefully for a while, sensing that this shouldn't be ordinary jewelry.

Seeing that she had finally succeeded in diverting Celitia's attention, Florence let out a long breath of relief.

"The medicine you wanted, I tried many times but couldn't make it. But while fumbling around, I got other inspiration."

Celitia carefully touched the four-leaf clover pattern, confirming the texture under her fingertips.

"This is mithril," Celitia said with certainty.

"You really have good taste."

Florence snapped her fingers at Celitia, showing a pained expression on her face, "Mithril is too expensive. Just this little bit cost me quite a lot of money."

Celitia asked: "What's it for?"

She didn't believe that Florence would spend a fortune on mithril crafting just to use it as decoration.

"You can think of it as a kind of detector," Florence answered, "I set it to detect all forces except conventional ones like magic and fighting spirit. Of course, I don't know what forces exist beyond conventional ones. But as long as it comes into contact with mysterious energy it can't identify, it will produce a corresponding reaction. Speaking of it this way, it's still a bit mystical. It's also possible that it will never have any additional reactions from start to finish."

Florence laughed and patted Celitia's shoulder.

"Anyway, try wearing it first. If you discover anything, let me know."

A bracelet that detects mysterious forces...

It should be for that "forbidden power" she had mentioned before.

Talking about danger while secretly researching it with all her might.

Celitia didn't know what to say.

But she accepted this gesture of goodwill.

Taking the bracelet Florence gave her, Celitia seriously put it on her wrist.

The four-leaf clover pattern was exquisite, with flowing rainbow light that, reflecting against the smooth skin of her wrist, made her complexion appear even more snow-white.

Celitia smiled slightly at her: "Thank you."

"Oh my, just saying thank you is a bit too pale and powerless, isn't it?"

Florence chuckled, nudging Celitia's arm with her elbow, "How about considering repaying with your body or something?"

"Not considering it."

The smile immediately disappeared as Celitia rolled her eyes at her.

"Well, not properly seizing your big sister is fine too. After all, big sister has been single for so long, there are plenty of opportunities."

Florence deliberately puffed out her chest, patting her bosom with her hand, the surging waves making Celitia dizzy.

"As long as you're willing, you can throw yourself into big sister's embrace anytime! There's always a place for you here!"

Celitia glared at her: "Are you done packing?"

If Florence kept swaying like this, the bit of emotion she had just felt would be completely exhausted.

"Not yet, but there's no rush!"

Florence became interested, ignoring Celitia's eye roll and forcibly wrapping her arm around her shoulder, bringing her mouth close to her ear.

"Recently in Cassia, there's been a rumor causing quite a stir, about finding a spouse for Princess Sophia. Have you heard about it?"

Her long eyelashes trembled awkwardly as Celitia tried to make her voice sound as calm as usual: "I heard about it. What about it?"

"And you're still so calm?" Florence patted her shoulder forcefully, "You need to seize the opportunity!"

Celitia said indifferently: "What's the use of telling me? I could never become the princess's spouse."

"How is it impossible?" Florence wagged her finger, "Which law states that a princess's spouse can't be female?"

"Nonsense," Celitia rolled her eyes.

"Not only do I dare to talk nonsense, I also dare to fantasize wildly," Florence said with a grin, "If it were me, I'd seize this opportunity two hundred percent!"

Florence put her arm around Celitia's neck, and despite there being no one else in the workshop, she still mysteriously pulled her to a corner.

"How about this? Since you're unwilling to go, why not help big sister out? Big sister is willing to be the princess's little wife!"

Florence became more excited as she spoke, "Think about it, what a wonderful thing this is. From now on, wealth and glory would be within easy reach!"

Celitia was speechless: "Florence, have some shame."

Florence dismissed this: "What use is shame? You can't eat it."

Celitia secretly became sullen.

Not wanting to deal with Florence anymore, Celitia picked up the materials she had brought and was about to turn and walk toward the door.

"Hey, wait, wait! I was just joking, don't be in such a hurry!"

Seeing that her joke had gone too far and made Celitia angry, Florence quickly grabbed her, her voice finally becoming much more serious.

"At least one thing I said was true—when it's time to seize an opportunity, you must seize it. Otherwise, once you miss it, you might never have another chance in this lifetime."

A deep melancholy appeared on Florence's usually cynical face.

"Once missed... it's a lifetime."

Celitia was stunned for a long time.

This was the first time she had heard Florence say such words.

Looking into those blue-green eyes as delicate as glass beads, it took Celitia a while to find her voice.

"But... I..."

Celitia struggled to speak, but Florence interrupted her with a faint smile.

"You don't need to explain to me. The most important thing is that you figure out what you really think in your heart. Just take what I said as advice from a senior... I only hope that you won't have to regret it."

Picking up the packed woven bag, Florence returned to her casual demeanor, waving lazily at Celitia.

"I should probably get ready to leave. I said I hate goodbyes, so I won't say farewell!"

Celitia stood in place, silently watching her: "Aren't you coming back?"

Usually she found Florence annoying beyond belief, but if she really left and never came back, Celitia couldn't help feeling very lost.

"Huh? I never said such a thing."

Florence smiled and spread her hands, "After all, my cute little beauty is still here. I wouldn't bear to leave before winning you over."

Looking at Celitia's expression, Florence stretched her neck and suddenly understood:

"Oh, could it be that you can't bear to part with me? Don't worry, probably just a month, or maybe two months? Anyway, it won't be too long before I come back. Don't miss big sister too much!"

This girl really knew how to ruin the atmosphere. Celitia couldn't help but roll her eyes at her again:

"Stop being so narcissistic. Who would miss you?"