"The four days in Floral City Pariel flew by in a flash."
"You worked diligently in the Bathist household, and aside from the money spent on buying materials, you saved all your earnings to feed her. But rarely, perhaps feeling that your work was exhausting, she began to make breakfast for you."
"Her cooking skills were surprisingly good."
"Today was the second round of the Platinum Level Card Maker exam in the Poseen Kingdom, and you were brought by the Bathist family to the Sacred Silvervine Arena."
"Now, nearing evening, the exam is almost over."
The little black cat floating in the air reported Master Lanci’s day to Lanci.
Maybe because it couldn’t co out while Lanci was working at the Bathist household, now that they were at the Sacred Silvervine Arena, which probably counted as Lanci’s ti off, it erged from the shadows.
The setting sun’s rays bathed the Sacred Silvervine Arena, turning the entire elliptical venue into a brilliant orange-reddish hue.
Under the high, open do, the layered arched spectator seats and the warm-toned sandstone walls occasionally echoed with the clamor of spectators and the instructions of the examiners.
In Skycrown Hall, behind the spacious sectional sofas of the Bathist family’s seating area, a pitch-black elf cat began to circle around the butler.
"Fog Grass, how can this cat talk."
Christina turned her head in astonishnt at the small black cat floating midair.
She had found the cat magical when she saw it last ti in the Demon World of Poseen, and now that it even started speaking, she was even more amazed.
"ow, ow, ow."
With an expression of speechlessness, Cat Boss looked toward the blonde young lady.
As an Eighth-order Divine Beast, didn’t it deserve to speak?
So Fifth-order and Sixth-order magical beasts could even speak human language.
"Sorry, I told it that it could co out after five-thirty in the afternoon."
Lanci apologized to Christina from behind the sofa.
"No problem, no problem."
Christina was just curious about the cat.
This once bloody ancient empire arena, after rging into Floral City Pariel, took on a different kind of soft beauty and warmth, making it hard to associate it with the bloody and brutal gladiator fights of the past. Instead, it seed more like a silver-white sanctuary, where even the cats seed relaxed.
She then turned back and looked next to her at Enon.
"Sigh, if it weren’t for the dangerous situation down south in the Aquidan Territory, I’d love to take you to the Bathist family’s vineyard. But I feel like I might have a chance to take you there in the upcoming period."
Christina continued chatting with Enon.
In the southern Aquidan Territory at the southern border of the Poseen Kingdom, their Bathist family held extensive interests, including agriculture, the wine industry, and manufacturing, and the local lord was a relative on her mother’s side.
"You don’t need to go, that’s work for adults."
Kyle, the eldest son of the Bathist family, emphasized to her from the other side of the sofa.
"I know, brother."
Christina looked down helplessly.
If anything happened soon, like if the front-line commanders needed to requisition their family’s local stock without having consulted with the capital, or if war broke out suddenly and their caravans got trapped at the border, necessitating negotiations with local military, it would be Kyle’s responsibility to head down south, and he certainly wouldn’t let her go in such scenarios, but rather would personally take charge as the one who already managed parts of the family business.
"But I’m actually stronger than brother."
Christina muttered.
Her brother had never practiced any skills, he was just a Zero-order ordinary person.
She, at the very least, was Second-order, having passed the examination as a formal first-year student at the Royal Arolan Academy.
"Honestly."
Kyle muttered under his breath irritably, not wanting to deal with his carefree sister anymore.
In any other family, people would be delighted to have soone else take their place in a dangerous situation.
Only the fearless Christina, who would not appreciate even if soone were to take over all the family responsibilities for her, was the exception.
Christina secretly made a face at her brother and turned to Enon, only to find that Enon seed to have been quiet for quite so ti.
Enon furrowed her brows, occasionally shaking her head as if plagued by a headache.
"What’s wrong, Enon?"
Christina asked with concern.
"It’s like... I am from the southern border of Poseen, from Aquidan."
Enon murmured, holding her forehead.
Although uncertain about the authenticity of her identifying docunts, the gray-white fragnts in her mory seed to suggest that she lived there as a child.
"Is there... a mountain there that’s all snowy white in the winter, connected to mountain ranges...?"
She asked, still uncertain.
"Yes, Aquidan Mountain, it’s quite famous in our Poseen Kingdom."
Christina nodded repeatedly,
"Eh, what if I were to take you there, could it possibly help you regain your mories?"
She suddenly realized.
Based on what she heard from the butler Rocky, one might regain one’s mories upon seeing so familiar things or after a strong stimulus.
Although Christina wasn’t too keen on Enon actually regaining her mories, selfishly wishing Enon would stay with her forever, she would still help Enon if regaining her mory was important for her.
"Don’t even think about going, at least wait until things settle down."
Kyle, the young lord of the Bathist family, imdiately ordered upon hearing his sister’s words.
"Alright, alright..."
Christina pouted her lips.
"It’s okay, miss, I’m not in a hurry to regain my mories; things are quite good now, so please don’t make Mr. Kyle troubled."
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