"Sellviya? What are you doing in my room?"
John stared at Sellviya, who sat lost in thought at his desk, his face full of confusion.
At this hour, she should have been reading a spellbook. Why had she come here instead? Something was definitely off.
And where had she gotten a key to his room?
"What? Am I not welcome?"
"That's not it. I'm just curious how you got in."
"How I got in?"
Sellviya glanced sideways at John. Apparently reading the absurd idea in his eyes, she snapped, "Stop imagining ridiculous things. I wouldn't do something as crude as climb through a window. What kind of person do you think I am? I asked the hotel manager for a spare key and came in through the door."
Entering my room without permission is already pretty crude.
John kept that thought to himself. He walked in, hung his cap and uniform on the coat hook, and revealed the gray-blue vest beneath.
Ignoring Sellviya's unwavering stare, he rolled his aching neck, pulled up a chair opposite her, and asked, "So, have you finished your daily formula studies? What brings you here?"
"..."
To his surprise, Sellviya fell silent.
She was struggling with whether to ask John about Celestine.
That morning, she had questioned Meyer.
And she had managed to pry information about Celestine from that damned flirt of a fox.
She now knew Celestine's identity, her whereabouts, and how different her Unique Formula had become from the one Sellviya remembered.
By threatening the timid fox woman, she had even learned how to destroy the evil spirit's human vessel that had taken over her friend's remains for good.
Yet beyond that painful revelation, Sellviya was even more puzzled by how Meyer knew so many secrets, just like John.
As far as her