The Moonlight Vine bloomed all year round, showing no sign of decline with autumn's arrival.
Under clear skies, it lowered its gaze, revealing a blue as rich as the deep sea.
At night, moonlight flowed past the Goddess's fingertips and spilled over the gray stone fortress, as though draping a thin, cool blanket over the blossoms.
The Red Moon following the twin moons could not obscure the blue moon's brilliance, and together they shimmered with a starry violet glow—the color that had graced Weinberg Territory for decades.
Thus, Moonlight Castle remained unchanged even in autumn.
After a long absence, Geya stood before the exquisite, matte-black wrought-iron gate.
It had not actually been all that long. Less than two months.
She simply had an instinctive aversion to visiting Tang Qi's "ancestral home" every few days to serve as a messenger pigeon—
Especially a messenger pigeon that had delivered false news before.
The only consolation is that this family doesn't care much about Tang Qi. Even hearing of his death wouldn't make them particularly sad.
But that makes his "return from the dead" even less important. Why send me to report on him again...?
She still remembered how her mentor Ulasang had straightened his wig before she left and scolded her:
"On page 188 of Praise, I clearly wrote, 'To noble gentlemen, news concerning them is like the commoners in their territories—it need not matter, but it must exist'!
"Geya, how could you forget something so important? Do you think winning the position of Assistant Instructor means you can stop studying? I'm utterly disappointed in you!"
Geya did not remember that passage.
So, after being scolded, she had made a point of opening Praise to page 188—
That page bore the title of chapter three: "One Hundred and One Ways to Fob