It has been a week since National Foundation Day ended, and in that time, no new "weird" reports have reached me.
Samael returned to his country in silence—only Abelard's brief message informed me of his departure. Gioffre, too, has kept his distance, refraining from any foolish antics about the marriage that once loomed ominously over us.
Lyle and Laura remain silent as well. Outwardly, everything appears normal. Yet beneath that veneer, the unsettled air tells its own story—a silence laden with secrets and unspoken judgment.
I have been desperate for additional information. Abelard has yet to locate the elusive man who sold Laura, and I cannot tell if that person is even alive. We are running on a sliver of hope when, in truth, we know nothing about Laura's real identity.
"So? Did you already have that?" I asked Abelard, my voice low and edged with expectancy as I sought the vital clue I had commissioned him to find.
