Just then, Yuphi had already arrived in front of the sick room.

“Oh my, young lady? Where have you been?”

“I met Sister Clara just ahead.”

“I see. What’s this?”

Yuphi asked, taking the box Liria was holding.

“Uncle Osdel sent it to my father, but I don’t know what it is. Shall we open it?”

When Yuphi opened the box, it was a plant with dark blue flowers blooming.

It was beautiful, but the fragrance was quite strong.

Yuphi took a slight sniff and said.

“Just a moment, young lady. I’ve never seen this before, should I bring the gardener to ask what kind of plant it is?”

“The gardener?”

“Yes, he’s been my conversation partner lately.”

At the mention of the gardener, Liria thought about the stuffy sickroom.

‘If there were bright-colored flowers, the sickroom would be brighter.’

She didn’t like the idea of Classid’s room being bleak without a single flower, not knowing when he might wake up.

“Ah, then I’ll come along too. I’ll pick some flowers blooming in the garden as well. Kiki, will you stay here?”

“Peet!”

Kiki seemed still half-asleep, collapsed inside the basket.

“Alright, take a short nap.”

As soon as they went down to the garden flower bed, Liria’s eyes caught sight of adorable flowers.

“Wow, how pretty.”

Flowers with yellow centers like chrysanthemums and white petals were blooming all over the flower bed.

Someone spoke to Liria as she carefully picked camomile with her small hands.

“Camomile is famous for calming the mind. Its flower language is ‘comfort’ and ‘strength to overcome adversity.’ Would you like me to keep those flowers from wilting?”

When she looked up, Liria was surprised. It was a beautiful blonde woman who looked very much like her grandmother.

“G-grandmother?”

“Pardon?”

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

Liria shook her head vigorously.

Looking again, the woman just had a similar atmosphere to her grandmother but was a completely different person.

This person wasn’t even an elf.

“Saint Melissa, I’m back again!”

Oh, a saint?

Why would a saint be here instead of at the temple?

While swallowing such questions, the two seemed quite close.

“Please call me gardener now, not saint, Yuphi. But you were just here earlier, what’s the matter?”

“Ah! I wanted to ask Melissa what kind of flower this is. Could you check if it’s suitable to place in Classid’s sickroom?”

“I see, let me have a look. Hmm, this is a flower called Fernum, and it’s not suitable for sickrooms.”

“Oh my, is that so?”

“Why? Is there a problem?”

Liria was curious too and stretched her neck to squeeze between the two.

“The scent is quite strong, and Fernum has two meanings in flower language. The first is to inquire about someone’s well-being. But the second is…”

Melissa trailed off.

“What does it mean?”

“The second meaning is not good—it’s a greeting sent to losers.”

Hearing those words, Liria clenched her small fist tightly.

Did Osdel send this to mock Classid as a loser?

Whatever the case, it was certainly an unpleasant gift.

“I don’t know if he really knew that when he sent it, but it’s a gift that shows a lack of sensitivity.”

“He’s not someone who would send something without knowing its meaning. Oh, I wish I hadn’t accepted it…!”

Liria answered firmly, biting her lip.

“You’ve firmly earned the resentment of a little one with an incorrect flower gift. Ahaha.”

Melissa’s refreshing laughter was charming.

So much so that it naturally dissolved one’s anger.

By the way, a former saint who was now a gardener—she had quite an extraordinary background.

‘I wonder if there’s a story behind it?’

While Liria was rolling her eyes in curiosity, Melissa also looked down at her with eyes full of curiosity.

“May I ask the name of this cute and lovely little one?”

“Ah, this is Lady Liria, the third generation of the direct line whom I serve. She’s the daughter of Young Master Classid.”

When Yuphi introduced her, Melissa immediately understood.

“Ah… so you’re Classid’s daughter. I haven’t been working at Roberg for long, so I didn’t recognize you.”

“That’s alright, pretty gardener.”

Liria looked at her with her mouth wide open, inwardly admiring her.

Though not as much as her grandmother, she was beautiful and somehow radiated a clear and warm energy.

“I’m glad to meet you. I’m Melissa, formerly from the Soriel Temple.”

Wait, Soriel Temple… that’s a very familiar place.

It was the very temple where Tiana, the female protagonist of “Saint of Another World,” lived while being persecuted.

Soriel Temple.

Melissa was a saint there?

Suddenly, Liria’s intuition told her.

‘She might know Tiana or be connected to her!’

Saints are important figures in temples.

Except for the pope and high-ranking priests, they are the only high-level personnel who can handle holy power.

It was a lifetime position with guaranteed status, so once someone entered the temple, they rarely left.

Occasionally, some were fortunate enough to marry nobles and leave the temple.

Anyway, there must be a reason why Melissa quit such a cushy job.

Something must have happened at the temple.

‘But I can’t just ask outright. To hear her story, I need to become friends with her first.’

While Liria was rolling her bright eyes deep in thought, Melissa asked.

“Is it fascinating to see a saint for the first time?”

“Huh? Ah, yes. How did you know?”

“I just had a feeling.”

“But that’s not all.”

Liria looked up at Melissa, meeting her eyes.

“I know many magicians, but I was wondering how to become friends with a saint!”

Melissa burst into laughter and came a little closer.

“Speaking honestly like that, Lady Liria is the best way. I felt a little flutter in my heart. Shall we be friends?”

Saying that, Melissa smiled brightly and held out her hand.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

Despite the height difference, the two firmly shook hands.

I’m glad my guess was right.

For Melissa, who had a refreshing and straightforward personality, being direct was the best approach.

“Please wait a moment, I’ll make sure your camomile doesn’t wilt.”

“Yes, please do.”

Liria smiled broadly.

Watching Yuphi place the glass vase containing camomile, Liria said.

“I want to be alone with Father for a while. I want to pray for his quick recovery.”

“Alright, I’ll just open the window for you and wait outside. Take all the time you need.”

Children who achieve success in the qualification test officially receive rewards, as well as congratulations and recognition from their parents.

Some particularly enthusiastic parents even throw parties.

So how sad must Lady Liria, who is only six years old, be feeling?

Yuphi quietly wiped away tears while opening the window, then left the room.

The sick room became quiet.

Sunlight coming through the window made the room much brighter.

With the camomile, the atmosphere seemed much more cheerful.

Liria naturally examined Classid’s complexion.

“You still look handsome today despite being sick, Dad.”

The term “sculpture” must surely refer to Classid.

She never tires of looking at him.

Liria approached her father Classid and lightly rested her head against him.

Then she stretched out her small hand and firmly grasped her father’s thumb.

As always, he showed no response.

Though faint, his breath rose and fell, and his pulse beat.

His complexion was less pale, with a bit of vitality returning.

Liria closed her eyes and chattered.

“Father… I finally passed the qualification test and gained tremendous power. But, but… why aren’t you waking up yet?”