Shard and Iluna exchanged a glance, both feeling something peculiar:
"Miss Lathis, did you see the other person's face?"
"No, but I'm almost certain that the young girl is definitely not a normal person."
Miss Lathis continued:
"In the erased memory, there's no sense of pain. This means that the girl who disappeared wasn't harmed or tortured within the week. In that memory, I smelled a faint floral scent, but also a bloody scent. The memory itself doesn't explain much. Sorry, I guess I can only help you up to here."
"No, no, you can still help us. Since this is an opera house, there should be professional makeup artists and flower seller outfits, right? I remember many operas have scenes of flower sellers peddling on the streets."
Iluna hadn't forgotten her plan, knowing that Shard didn't want her to take risks, she said to Shard again:
"Shard, please treat me as an independent individual, not just a regular girl under your protection."
