Moved

"Is this for me?"

Tolina stared blankly.

Of course, she recognized what it was.

Only one being in this world could capture and preserve a negative of a "Law"—the February Director, "Director."

On this negative, personally taken by Him, was the back of a cat-headed man in a striped suit. It contained a trace of July's "Law of Order."

"Of course it's for you, Miss Tolina."

Gilan said with a smile.

"I remember you once said that the disability in your legs and the pain you bear are connected to the ancient evil god, Duke of Sulfur. And Pal Solomon, the 'Windmill Cat,' as His envoy, possesses power bestowed by Him... That power will be of tremendous help to you."

"As your friend, I don't want to see Miss Tolina suffering every day. I only hope this can do something to ease your pain."

"Thank you..."

Tolina pressed her lips together and lowered her clear eyes.

At that moment, she felt sincere concern. An indescribable warmth welled up in her once-cold heart, like a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Then, she heard the young man sigh.

"But I'm sorry. I still don't have the ability to fulfill my promise of taking you outside to see the world."

"It's all right." Tolina hurriedly raised her head, brushed a strand of hair aside, and glanced away. "The food and toys Mr. Gilan brings are all very interesting, and they've let me understand what a corner of the outside world is truly like."

"Even so, I'm already very content."

As she spoke, she broke into a smile, seemingly unwilling to make the young man worry too much. Then she picked up the negative from the table and held it in her palm.

"Mr. Gilan's gift is extremely precious. I need it very