Ceylon had just woken up and was suffering from a severe cold. She was barely more lucid than when she was dreaming and hadn't heard Rita clearly. Schwarz, on the other hand, had heard every word. She silently nodded, unsurprised.
Rita had merely done what she herself had always wanted to do but never could. There was nothing surprising about it.
Seeing that Ceylon hadn't understood, Rita repeated herself. Ceylon shakily rose to her feet and barely managed a gesture of gratitude. She looked so unsteady that it was worrying whether she might suddenly collapse onto the sofa.
But Ceylon had her principles. Though she swayed on her feet, she ultimately held on.
"Thank you for your help."
Ceylon's voice was listless and sickly.
Rita did not mind. She turned her attention to Penguin Logistics, especially Exusiai. Rather than being afraid, Rita's eyes lit up.
"You really are different."
Rita smiled. "Far too cheerful for a Laterano."
"People say that a lot."
Exusiai did not mind in the slightest. "I heard only Stand users can see Stands. Does that mean I'm a potential Stand user too? I just haven't awakened yet..."
As expected of Exusiai—even a severe cold could not affect her cheerful tone or rapid speech.
"Could you take a look and tell me what my Stand looks like?"
Rita nodded.
Putting on a very serious expression, she stared at Exusiai's back for a long time before using the soothing tone unique to maids. "It's a blurry golden shadow. It's holding lots of guns—nine of them..."
Only nine?
While dreaming just now, Exusiai had counted carefully. Her Stand had a full thirteen guns.
Still, this was pretty nice too.
Thinking that, Exusiai felt as if her cold had gotten a little better.
As for their perilous experience in the