A month could feel both long and short.
Long enough for someone to shift their focus onto other aspects of life;
short enough that they might not complete what they started.

During this time, the sisters spent noticeably more time together.
She no longer trained late at night or buried herself in the library all day.
Instead, she played ghost-hunting games with Moon,
pulled harmless pranks with Aurora,
accompanied Muse on the piano,
and told heroic tales of dragons to Hefei.

No one knew what would happen a month later, so while everything still felt serene and peaceful, everyone did the things they truly wanted to do.

Leon understood what his eldest daughter was worried about and why she had shifted her focus onto these small joys.
But he didn’t seek her out to talk. Such a conversation would only add unnecessary sorrow to the days ahead.

For those like Leon, who already knew the weight of the coming battle of fate, their hearts were crushed under a heavy boulder, making it hard to breathe. There was no need to add further emotional burdens.

At breakfast, when Rosvisser didn’t appear, Leon took his plate to the Silver Dragon Sanctuary’s main hall but didn’t find her there either.

As he wandered, the maid Milan passed by. Leon called out, “Milan, hold on a moment.”