"Wasn't this a gift from Anastasia to you?"
Iver raised an eyebrow and looked at Yunus.
Maxim, who was standing nearby, also silently turned his questioning gaze toward Yunus.
"Because of the reason you already know... I might not be traveling anymore."
Yunus answered frankly, "In any case, I don't want to miss Isabel's wedding.
"Although there are still several months left, I plan to return to Avalon ahead of time and go back to Glass Island first, just in case something happens again and I can't make it back in time.
"...Besides, given my habit of misplacing things, I'm also worried that I might lose or damage Anastasia's precious gift.
"Of course, if possible—I hope you can give it to Isabel."
"Rather than telling me, why don't you ask Anastasia herself?"
As Iver spoke, he looked toward Anastasia. "She's not dead this time, after all."
"—What, what?"
Moon Spirit Anastasia instantly moved to Iver's side. "Did someone call me?"
That wasn't teleportation—it was the dispelling and reconstruction of an illusion. The reconstructed Anastasia had no trace of having cried. Her face was perfectly clean, adorned with a light and adorable smile.
At least this area, within the range affected by her Healing Bell, should all have been within the reach of her spellcasting.
Iver pointed at Yunus. "Mr. Yunus wants to give the harp you gave him to his daughter... who also happens to be my fiancée. He wanted to ask whether that's all right with you."
"Of course."
Anastasia smiled without hesitation. "I gave it to you, so it's yours, Mr. Yunus. You can do whatever you want with it—but wait, so this is the relationship between you two?"
At that, Yunus stammered, unable to speak.
Iver added, "It's mainly because of what you said at the end.