Led by Castorice, Yan Huan arrived at a study.
As they talked, she unconsciously walked over to the table where the gifts were displayed and smiled faintly at Yan Huan.
"Actually, the item I said I wanted you to accompany me to retrieve was a small gift I prepared for you."
"I made it by hand, just like before... I wanted to leave everyone with a token of my feelings."
"Meeting the Titan of [Death]... this journey is likely fraught with uncertainty as well. I thought that if I could seize every moment before departure and leave no regrets, that would be best."
"Why does that sound like you're handing out keepsakes and leaving your last words?" Yan Huan said helplessly as he looked at Castorice's expression.
"If you put it that way, do I need to leave behind some inheritance too...?"
"Why not build yourself a grave first? Write 'Type 1 to resurrect' on the tombstone..."
"Haha, you truly do have quite the sense of humor, sir. But that is not bad either."
Castorice raised her hand and presented the gift on the table to Yan Huan. "Look, this is the token of my feelings that I carefully prepared for you."
"I see." Yan Huan stroked his chin and stared thoughtfully at the exquisite round table.
"I never expected you to be a carpenter too. This table looks pretty old—it's even developed a patina..."
"Can you really bear to give me such an antique?"
"The table? What table...?"
Castorice froze, then looked at the empty tabletop.
"...?"
"The gift... why is it gone?"
"How... how could this happen..." Castorice was at a loss for a moment.
"So it wasn't this table?" Yan Huan reached out and ran his hand over the aged tabletop, polished smooth with patina.
"Actually, the