Iver keenly sensed that Lily had fallen into a state of sorrow and melancholy.
Her heart was in agony, as if being pricked by needles and scorched by flames.
Yet at the same time, Lily did not cry, nor did she look as though she was about to. Instead, the corners of her lips lifted slightly... as if she wanted to smile, but could only manage an ugly grin.
"What's wrong?"
Iver asked softly with concern.
Lily shook her head slightly and said nothing.
She looked utterly exhausted, as though she no longer had the strength even to speak. Her entire person was filled with dejection and listlessness, hollow and weightless, like a little homeless ghost.
"--Who is Stag Antler?"
Iver soon realized that this was a problem concerning Stag Antler.
Lily was silent for a while before answering softly, "Minister Drost."
Unlike before, she did not address him with complicated feelings as "that man" or "my biological father." Instead, she called him by name in a cold voice...
"--Then tell me about it."
Iver led Lily to sit down beside the lamp.
This ritual had a time limit of only one hour. Nearly half an hour had already passed, but he was in no hurry to find the Holy Lance or hunt down the remaining two people. Compared with wiping out others and causing trouble, it was better to take care of his own people's feelings first.
"Sorrow, pain, hatred... These things are like wine. With time, they ferment into a richer, more mellow flavor."
Iver said softly, "Conversely, if you can savor them early and share them with someone else... it can also become a sweet, slightly intoxicating taste."
"He said..."
Lily was silent for a moment, but still could not help speaking.
She had wanted to confide