Medanzo had escaped, but Miss Nan couldn't... She was still waiting for further instructions!
Her current state was this: when Maid Miss said nothing, she stayed as steady as an old dog; the moment Maid Miss gave her a clear or subtle hint, she acted with decisive force... She was quite the old hand at it.
"Miss Nan, is there anything else?"
"Hm?"
She had spoken... But what about the clear or subtle hints?
"Miss Nan, weren't you supposed to help decorate the fountain today?" Maid Miss began pruning the flowers again.
"Yes, I'll go right away!" Nan Xiaonan nodded directly—this probably meant she didn't need to concern herself with this matter.
But she didn't leave immediately. After hesitating for a moment, she said seriously, "Miss You Ye, there's something I'd like to ask you about. Is that all right?"
"It's about Metatron, right?" Maid Miss didn't even look up as she said directly, "It told you it was the Black Soul Envoy, didn't it?"
Nan Xiaonan nodded. "Then, is it?"
"It can be, and it can also not be."
It could be, and it could also not be.
She left Dawn Manor with nothing but that ambiguous answer... which immediately made Miss Nan's attitude toward Medanzo even more complicated.
But Maid Miss was clearly a perfectionist... Why would she give such an uncertain answer?
Could it be that even she hasn't completely confirmed Medanzo's identity yet? Miss Nan couldn't help having this unbelievable thought. This... is impossible, right?
Whether it was or wasn't, she ultimately returned to the fountain in the square to properly complete the decorating work—and then, as soon as she got back, Miss Nan was stunned.
Assath was still lying motionless beneath the shade of the trees. Isabelle was eating pastries and reading a magazine