"Looks like I've finally finished just about all the preparations I needed to make."
After leaving Veronica's room, Greg felt considerably refreshed.
The burden that had weighed on his shoulders for days seemed much lighter, and even the breeze blowing down the corridor felt especially pleasant.
"Next, I'll make one last preparation, just in case."
Greg was about to head downstairs when he nearly bumped into someone at the corner.
He took a closer look and realized it was Sylvia.
Though she wore only a simple cream-colored dressing gown that day, she still looked beautiful. Her pink hair spilled down her back, making her resemble a cherry blossom blooming in spring.
Greg greeted her instinctively. "Morning, Sylvia."
Sylvia smiled faintly, her pale purple eyes curving into two gentle crescents:
"Greg, it's almost noon already, you know."
Greg paused, only then realizing that he really had spent a long time talking with Veronica. He had not even noticed it was nearly noon when he came out.
He scratched his head awkwardly, thinking to himself, Good thing Sylvia didn't see me coming out of Veronica's room just now. Otherwise, things might have gotten a little tricky.
He knew these two Saintesses did not get along very well.
If Sylvia found out he had come out of Veronica's room first thing in the morning, there was no telling what unnecessary misunderstandings it might cause.
He hurriedly changed the subject. "Do you have something to take care of now?"
Sylvia nodded gently. "Yes, I have a few things to attend to."
Greg took his cue from her reply. "All right, I won't keep you, then. Go ahead."
With that, he stepped around Sylvia and hurried down the stairs, his retreating figure betraying a barely perceptible hint of guilt.
Sylvia remained where she was, still