In the Papal Palace courtyard, Sylvia and Myris were walking side by side. "Have all those delegations left already?" Myris asked politely.
"Mm."
Sylvia nodded, then asked with a meaningful look, "You came back this time... could it also be because of that little girl?"
The "little girl" in her mouth was naturally Losiya. Myris frowned at first, then said nothing, showing no reaction.
Across the entire continent, perhaps only Myris dared to treat Sylvia this way. Sylvia shook her head, thinking Myris still had a childish temperament.
"Catherine is still her family after all. Her previous decisions made perfect sense. Why are you so fixated on that girl?"
"I simply dislike her, that's all."
Sylvia couldn't help but laugh at that and didn't pursue the topic further. Instead, she brought up the mission Myris received when she left.
"You volunteered to help share my burden—well then, any leads now?"
"Still none." Myris answered without hesitation.
