Felix looked at the white rose in his hand. The flower was still fresh. There was no tinge of wilting on its petals. His brow furrowed in astonishment, unable to think of what caused this flower to suddenly wither.
Felix looked at Holly, who was still lying next to him shirtless. She fell asleep with a tired face. Felix kissed her lips softly so as not to wake her up.
"I don't think Holly did it," Felix muttered.
If spending the night with Holly couldn't make the flowers wither, then another possibility was Helga's arrival.
"Is it because she showed up? Or because I was trying to kill her?"
Felix observed every inch of the cursed rose. This flower held many mysteries that even the maker herself did not understand.
Felix got out of bed and put on his robes carelessly. He didn't have time to relax. Felix stepped out of the room with the flowers and its withered petal. He stepped down, met Gilbert and Cass, who he was looking for.