Life is full of surprises.
It had always been true, but Xion had never felt it more deeply than today.
Just as his heart was still full from the painting, he found himself staring at little trinkets carefully kept in a box.
Darius must have never thought that anyone would even dare to step inside his treasure room, so there were no locks on the boxes.
Yes, there wasn't just one but many.
The holy book, which he had left behind, was carefully labelled with "My Xion's".
There was a glass bottle with green misty sparkle shimmering inside. The green aurora had long since lost its energy.
At that time, Xion had no idea that this was such a common thing for aristocrats.
The bottle, despite being empty of traces of mana, had many scratches on the glass as if someone had held it very often.
The more he rummaged through the boxes, the harder his heart thumped.
