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"Oh dear, my little sister~ don't be so quiet."

Lyney had just finished another round of extra training at the training ground, slumped her shoulders, leaned closer to Lynette, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, turned her face towards her sister, and put on a pitiful look to coax her into saying something to her silent sister.

"Hmph." Lynette, standing beside him, didn't raise her eyes the entire time. Her eyelashes drooped gently, her eyes closed, and she turned her face indifferently to the other side, avoiding her brother's burning gaze.

Lyney leaned forward, and seeing that Lynette was turning to one side and ignoring her, she moved to her other side, bringing her cheek even closer, and pleaded in a meek voice, "Oh, I was wrong, I promise I won't ask about Father's gossip again."

"Hmph, you idiot brother."

Lynette finally opened her eyes, her gaze slightly lowered, and muttered softly, "Hmph, silly brother." But there was still a hint of lingering sullenness in her voice.

Lyney's eyes lit up instantly. She loosened her clasped hands, shook her arm, and smiled broadly. "Hehe, you're finally talking to me! Does that mean you forgive me?"

Lynette glanced at him, her voice slightly husky, and continued, "If you have to do extra practice again because of your nonsense, I'm never talking to you again."

Lyney quickly released his clasped hands, scratched the back of his head, and his pleading smile deepened as he hurriedly promised, "Hehe, I promise, definitely, definitely."

"Snort."

Lynette gave a haughty snort, said no more, turned and walked out of the training field.

Seeing this, Lyney didn't dare to delay. He hadn't even stopped begging for forgiveness from before. He quickly followed behind her, speaking softly and gently to coax his sulking sister. The two siblings soon disappeared through the doorway.

As Lynette stepped out of the training ground, still carrying a hint of lingering sullenness, Lyney followed closely behind her, muttering promises. Then, she looked up and saw Freminet, who had come to find them.

The boy, looking shy, softly called out to the two of them, stammering, "Father, Father just called everyone over for a meeting, saying he wants to announce something important."

Lyney immediately stopped her playful expression, and Lynette also stopped walking, suppressing her earlier emotions. The three of them walked together towards the hall.

"Today I officially appoint Navia as the Honorary President of the Spina di Rosula. From now on, in the event of my absence from town affairs, my daughter's decisions will be equivalent to my decisions."

The center of Poisson was crowded with townspeople. Callas stood on the high platform, his posture steady. He raised his hand to suppress the murmurs and solemnly announced to the crowd.

As soon as she finished speaking, some disagreements arose in the crowd: some older townspeople were concerned that Navia was still young and lacked the experience to manage affairs, making it difficult for her to shoulder the responsibilities of leading the Spina di Rosula.

Navia's usual enthusiasm had long been noticed by everyone. The old townspeople all said that Navia was as gentle and kind as her mother, Clementine. The dissenting voices were quickly drowned out by the tacit approval of the majority, and very few people actually stood up to explicitly oppose her.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this appointment is both a way to delegate authority and give the town experience, and also a way to pave the way for the town's future.

Navia stood beside her father, clenching her fists to suppress her nervousness. She looked up at the familiar neighborhood and secretly resolved to protect the peace of Poisson and live up to this trust.

Callas turned to look at his daughter, his eyes filled with determination. He believed that his daughter would become an even more outstanding president of the Spina di Rosula than himself.

only...

The evening breeze in Poisson is gentle and tranquil, fading away the hustle and bustle of the daytime square. The streetlights gradually and softly illuminate the town, and the gentle sound of the tide lapping against the shore drifts into the depths of the mansions.

The entire Spina di Rosula mansion was now silent, except for a solitary, warm lamp remaining in the study.

Callas sat alone at his desk, completely silent except for the faint sound of waves outside the window and the gentle ticking of the clock inside. His slender fingers gently unfolded the thin medical report; the handwriting on the paper was clear and glaring, each line of diagnosis silently confirming the fact that his days were numbered.

The light shone on his face, finally revealing the unwavering composure he usually displayed as a chairman, a pillar of support, and a father, with a deep-seated weariness and loneliness surging in his eyes.

Actually, he had a premonition.

His body grew increasingly weary, he experienced frequent, hidden pains, and increasingly uncontrollable dizziness... He kept it all a secret from everyone, from the townspeople, and from Navia, who depended on him the most, enduring it all alone for a long time.

Today's public and exceptional appointment of Navia as honorary president, ensuring the entire town recognizes her authority and becomes accustomed to her decisions, is no whim.

He knew he was about to leave.

Five years... what can you accomplish in five years?

He didn't have time to watch his daughter grow up slowly, so he could only use the most decisive and safest method to secure her position and pave the way for her before leaving completely.

Even if it sparks controversy, even if it's criticized for being hasty—as long as there are still people in Poisson who listen to Navia when he leaves, and the Spina di Rosula still has a place she can hold up, that's enough.

But the hemp rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds those with a hard life.

Over the years, he has risked everything to ban L㏒s Beverages and secretly investigated the serial disappearances of the Damselette that have plagued Fontaine for years. He has already found clues about the mastermind behind it all and discovered the most terrifying hidden clue—the mastermind's targets have never stopped, and the next prey that is most likely to be targeted is his only daughter, Navia.

Callas's years of completely shutting out L㏒s in Poisson and investigating the serial disappearances of the Damselette have incurred the wrath of the mastermind behind it all.

The people of Poisson are pure and simple, and Navia is warm-hearted, bright, and kind, the most radiant presence in the entire town.

But it was precisely because of this innocent and kind nature, as well as her identity as the young master of the Spina di Rosula, that she had already fallen into the sights of the villains.

The thought that his innocent and carefree daughter might become a victim of that horrific serial murder case, or might disappear without a trace, sent a sharp, dull pain through Callas' chest, and also triggered a relapse of his old ailment.

He won't live much longer.

But now, with his death approaching, he can't even protect his own daughter's life completely.

Callas lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with a lingering fear and a resolute determination unknown to anyone.

He could calmly accept the end of his life due to a terminal illness, willingly bear the stigma and all the darkness, but he could not accept Navia falling into the abyss.

Even if it meant burning out his last moments, he wanted to tear away all the gloom before his final act, to shield his daughter from this inevitable catastrophe.

"Navia, forgive your father. This is the last gift I can leave you."