NOVPUBLanci, as if struck with a thought, curiously looked at Enon who was quickly walking towards the door and asked.
According to the doctor, after suffering brain trauma, Enon might undergo a significant change in personality, but if she recovers her memory, it’s possible that Enon’s personality could revert to how it was before the injury. To her, the time spent in this current state might feel more like a dream, and regaining her memory could be like waking up from that dream.
"Can’t we just sit down and chat calmly..."
Enon hesitated before turning back to look at the butler and said.
Her somewhat fearful appearance suggested that if the butler Rocky really intended to hit her, she would likely burst into tears.
"Don’t worry, go ahead with your work."
Lanci raised his hand, smiled, and waved her off, after which Enon felt a weight lifted off her shoulders and left the parlor.
The room fell silent for a moment, and Lanci finished his tea, getting ready to resume his work.
"By the way, miss, I know you’re fond of Enon, but you should also be prepared to part with her at any time. After all, you’re not familiar with her past, and perhaps you two aren’t people from the same world,"
Lanci said, placing his teacup on the tray, offering a word of concerned advice to Christina.
His question to Enon earlier was also intended as a reminder for Christina to understand this possibility in advance.
"I know."
Christina responded nonchalantly,
"Whatever way she leaves, I’ll let go gracefully."
Though her tone carried a hint of defiance,
she was, like her knowledge of Rocky, indeed unfamiliar with Enon.
The time spent with her now might just be a minuscule fraction of Enon’s life, and Christina herself merely a passerby in it; Christina had no illusions about keeping Enon tied to her side.
That was probably something she had contemplated when she signed the employment contract with Enon.
"If you can be this mature in your thinking and demeanor, that’s really wonderful."
Lanci expressed his satisfaction as he left the room, bidding farewell.
"Don’t underestimate me. Do I look like someone who would cry and cling to her unwilling to let go?"
Christina made a face toward the direction where the butler had disappeared and said defiantly.
This butler, always so cryptic—it was sometimes hard to tell whether he was being straightforward or ironic.
...
Several hours later.
In the sixth district of Parriet, the Sacred Silvervine Arena.
In this area near the boundary of the Poson Demon World, warning signs from the Senate Execution Squad had been put up, and patrol squads were often guarding the one-kilometer circular boundary.
With the Platinum Level Card Maker examination being an international grand event, the Poseen Kingdom had invested considerable security measures, and as the end of August approached, influential individuals from Parriet, even Senate Lords, would often come to watch the event. As a result, the nearby security forces were expected to intensify as the date neared.
Many of the exiled from the South Bank transferred to the North Shore for this reason.
Some of the Parriet locals working in governmental positions had heard rumors that the patrols along the borders of the Poson Demon World might not only be for security but also in response to the ancient Berserk Curse of the Demon Race that had threatened to erupt not long before.
Lately, there had been no berserk incidents, seeming as if the prime suspect for spreading the curse within the Poseen Kingdom had temporarily concealed themselves due to the Senate’s thunderous search.
Yet during this seemingly serene period, akin to the calm before a storm in the stable situation of the Platinum Level Card Making examination, some speculated that the culprit behind the curse was brewing something more terrifying.
Despite that.
The whispers and rumors could not dampen the enthusiasm of the majority of Parriet locals who loved life and anticipated the grand event!
The afternoon sun pierced through the slowly opening grand dome, intensely showering the ancient Sacred Silvervine Arena with its heat.
Spectators from across the Poseen Kingdom and even from nations in the eastern region had already gathered, eagerly awaiting this annual Magical Engineering festivity.
"Is there anyone hopeful of being promoted to Platinum Level this year?"
"I think it’s quite difficult. This year’s candidates, aside from super Magic Artisans like Escar from small countries, Valastin, Katrina, who are top Gold-level Card Makers participating for the second time, there are also many mysterious newcomers I don’t recognize. Could it be we’re left to watch Balkan, the aging master, or Carlen, the rising star from the Yarolan Kingdom this year?"
"But the major attraction this time is actually within the examiners. It’s unexpected that a Platinum Level Card Maker would actually take over Migaya’s duties."
The arena was filled with shoulder-to-shoulder crowds, and the bustling chatter rose and fell everywhere, filled with laughter.
The interior of the super-ancient fighting arena was refurbished and redecorated with modern touches, and the high stands all around were dotted with spectators like a large white, coiling mountain range.
Within the exclusive Skycrown Hall for the influential,
the seating was spacious enough that even the attendants could sit on the couches at the side.
However, most of the attendants were very disciplined and stood behind their masters, not sitting with them.
Only the exceptionally wealthy families could afford these high-priced tickets, and the right to purchase them also required the family to have a high standing with the Sacred Silvervine Arena, making it almost the most luxurious area.
"You guys keep it down later, okay? Don’t disturb the others."
Christina arrived early at their seats with her younger siblings, instructing them.
