Shade and Iluna exchanged glances, both finding it strange:
"Miss Lathers, did you see her face?"
"No. But I can say with near certainty that the very young girl was definitely not normal."
Miss Lathers continued:
"There was no sensation of pain in that erased memory, which means the missing girls were not harmed or tortured during the week they were gone. I smelled a faint floral fragrance in that memory, but also the scent of blood. The memory itself cannot prove much. Sorry, I can probably only help you this far."
"No, no, you can still help us. Since this is an opera house, there should be professional makeup artists, as well as clothes for a flower girl, right? I remember that many operas have scenes of flower girls selling flowers by the roadside."
Iluna had not forgotten her plan. Knowing that Shade did not want her taking risks, she said to him again:
"Shade, please treat me as an independent person, not an ordinary girl under your protection."
She met Shade's eyes, then gradually looked away beneath his gaze:
"I promise I absolutely will not take risks. If there is danger, I'll call you immediately."
In the end, Shade could only reluctantly agree to the plan. Miss Lathers found clothes suitable for Iluna, then had a professional makeup artist transform her into a girl selling flowers on the street.
The makeup artists of the Golden Dawn Opera Troupe were indeed professionals. When Shade, waiting outside the dressing room, saw Iluna again, he almost thought she really was a flower girl from the streets. Iluna already looked quite young, and after the makeup, aside from being slightly taller, she looked another three or four years younger.
"You really look around thirteen or fourteen now."
He even smiled and praised