NOVPUBShe spoke truthfully,
"Upon reflection, you taught Enon how to be a kind person, and I knew nothing. You, who are more aware of the situation, have more right to speak."
Usually not wanting to communicate with Rocky, the butler, for some reason, she felt that some words could only be expressed to him.
Upon hearing this, Lanci’s lips showed a trace of a gentle smile.
"...Admiration is the emotion furthest from understanding, and love is the bridge between scant knowledge and abundant knowledge."
He too followed Christina’s gaze into the distance.
Christina and Ivanos were never meant to be in the same world.
Christina could never understand Ivanos, and Ivanos’s admiration for Christina would never be conveyed to her.
But this does not mean that the brief intersection of their life paths was not wonderful.
At least Christina will realize in her future life that her kindness and bravery can influence others, and might even create miracles.
"Rocky, I must say you’re impressive, having taught Enon so much healthy and correct knowledge."
Every time Christina remembers that Enon’s true identity is the Bishop of Destruction, she feels as though she’s been in a dream.
A somewhat unreal dream.
Just her companionship might not change Enon.
It also took having a good teacher like Rocky to shape a new sense of right and wrong for Enon, who was like a blank slate.
"What about it, miss, would you like to hear it too?"
Lanci asked with interest and understanding.
He remembered that whenever Christina brought Enon for psychological counseling, she would sit by and doze off while listening.
If he were a teacher and had such a student in his class, he would actually be rather sad.
"Uh, I’m not fond of discussing philosophical issues, and I think my mindset is pretty normal. Do you think I need to learn it?"
Christina shook her head but asked him nonetheless.
She felt that those things Butler Rocky would usually say seemed neither as practical as magic, nor as easily encountered in life as humanities and social sciences, nor as fundamentally versatile as math and science.
"This is a subject that, if not learned, will not cause any troubles."
Lanci lowered his eyelashes with a gentle smile as he answered.
"I thought you would tempt me to learn like a salesperson."
Christina gazed at Lanci behind her.
She always felt that the butler had changed somewhat, but observing his expression and tone, perhaps he had gained a more carefree perspective.
"However, Rocky, have you noticed something?"
Christina asked him again.
"What is it?"
Lanci leaned forward slightly in confusion as he asked.
"Today is Wednesday."
Christina answered with a puzzled tone, though it was a declarative sentence.
"I am deeply sorry, my absence from work on Monday was a significant oversight in my duties. I will not make excuses."
Lanci bowed apologetically.
"..."
Christina stared at him, feeling that he was indeed very remorseful.
She did not intend to torment him; she just felt he really hadn’t noticed the problem—that today was a rest day.
However, seeing such a cunning steward showing this kind of expression, she actually found it quite amusing.
"I never would have thought that you, Rocky, would skip work."
Christina said to herself, hooking up a slight smile,
"But it’s just as well, for a steward like you is obviously unqualified. Dismissing you for this reason is quite reasonable, isn’t it?"
She added another sentence.
"...Indeed, I have nothing to say and can only leave."
Lanci looked at her with a wry smile, only feeling that this might be an indelible flaw in his career.
Being fired for skipping work was something he had never imagined since he first became a headmaster.
"So, probably when my payment from the Sacred Silvervine Arena comes through, I’ll send it to you, and then we can sign the termination contract."
Christina nodded in satisfaction,
"All right, go on with your duties, Steward Rocky. But the Bathist family will always welcome you, and you can come to our house anytime to play."
She turned around, gesturing to Lanci in a way that seemed to bid him farewell.
"..."
Lanci hesitated for a moment.
As they were parting, he took out a hair accessory from his pocket.
"Christina, this is from Enon for you."
The delicate hair ornament Lanci took out of his pocket was a silver hair clip, carved with a delicate rose dripping with beauty, the petals’ edges inlaid with tiny rubies that shimmered brilliantly under natural light.
He handed the hair clip to Christina, his tone gentle and serious.
It was one of Enon’s hair ornaments.
Originally given to her by Christina, it was damaged after a battle, but Lanci had repaired it.
Christina stared blankly at the familiar hair clip, taking it in her hand.
Her fingertips gently brushed the rose, as though caressing a fragment of memory.
"Enon... she..."
Christina choked up, her eyes gradually filling with tears.
Tears finally fell from Christina’s eyes, tracing a crystal-clear path down her cheeks.
"Then I’ll take my leave."
Lanci was ready to depart.
Christina closed her eyes, allowing the tears to flow freely, clutching the hair ornament tightly as if it were the last connection between her and Enon.
"Will I ever have the chance to see her again?"
Christina reached out and grabbed the corner of Lanci’s steward uniform as he was about to leave.
"It’s better not to see each other again."
Lanci looked at her and replied.
He believed that Christina also understood the meaning of these words.
For someone like her, a young lady living in a righteous world, it would be best to never encounter the Bishop of Destruction in her lifetime.
