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After briefly saying goodbye to his mother, Sifa returned to his room, picked up the gift he intended for Helibel, and only then headed down the corridor toward his sister's bedroom, thinking about Abraham's commission as he walked.

It was said that Clarence's Door looked like a miniature door shrunk countless times over. Its design was ordinary, and it could easily be mistaken for some kind of ornament.

However, even when it was not in use, it could merge with anything nearby that possessed the concept of a "door," making it very difficult to distinguish.

Of course, as its keeper and his mother's teacher, the bearded old man Atherleid naturally knew how to identify it.

As long as Clarence's Door was nearby, it would occasionally absorb various gemstones. Any gemstone would do—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, pearls, lapis lazuli, and so on were all things that "door" liked.

This could be used to identify Clarence's Door.

Besides that, the old man had also provided a recovery ritual, which Enilu had told Sifa about as well.

How fascinating. I wonder what it does. But since it's a door, it should be related to "passages." Still, that can't be all, or that old gentleman wouldn't be so nervous.

Sifa patted his pocket again. Inside was Traveler's Gazetteer. Atherleid had lent this mystical item to the tracker so that the tracker could travel back and forth between different regions.

However, he had promised that as long as Clarence's Door was recovered, Sifa could keep this item permanently.

At that moment, he arrived at his sister Helibel's room. Sifa straightened his clothes slightly, checked the gift, and was about to knock.

The door suddenly opened, and someone crashed into Sifa's arms, making him feel a considerable amount of "pressure." He instinctively held the other person's