Aventurine left. Even at the end, he had been unable to put his mind at ease.
After watching Aventurine leave, Acheron turned her gaze back to Stelle.
The gray-haired girl seemed not to have recovered from what had just happened. Her brows were still tightly knitted as she stared at the chip in her hand.
After a long while, Acheron finally heard her mumble, "How exactly did this thing fly into my hand?"
As it turned out, Aventurine's worries were not unfounded.
Acheron stared at Stelle for a few seconds before finally letting out a helpless sigh.
"Ah, sorry..." Hearing the sigh, Stelle looked up and said to Acheron, "It's just that I really haven't figured out what happened. I wasn't ignoring you on purpose.
"But he didn't give me a hard time. Still, thank... you...?"
Stelle looked at Acheron in confusion. That strange feeling that kept surfacing ever since she had woken from the nightmare rose in her heart again.
"Have we... met somewhere before...?" Stelle asked Acheron.
After another stretch of silence, Acheron said, "...Why haven't you left yet?"
"...Huh?" Stelle looked at Acheron's face, which was expressionless but seemed quite serious. "Did the Family get something wrong? Well, if there's a problem, we should solve it. Let's ask at the front desk."
But Acheron shook her head and chuckled. "Just a joke. Don't be nervous. This is indeed your room. I was only passing by."
Stelle stood there, blinking blankly twice.
The familiar-looking lady before her was quite a good actress. She hadn't even realized it was a joke.
"I was looking for my own room, too, when I heard a commotion here..." Acheron continued. "So I came to investigate. Things don't seem to have unfolded the way I imagined...
"But that man... I don't know what