Shard had known for a long time that every detail about witches was perfect, and having a closer relationship with Galina confirmed this from different perspectives. But even the perfection of their blood was beyond his comprehension.
"Very beautiful."
He softly praised, but Miss Apothecary probably didn't understand what he was complimenting, thinking he was talking about her wrist, so she resisted the urge to smile and placed the test tube before the grave without any expression. After she stepped back, Shard approached and placed the diary down. Thus, six items were arranged in a circular formation before the tombstone.
"Blacksmith, I want a key."
Miss Apothecary spoke:
"The materials are ready, please take them."
The soul of the Blacksmith nodded to her, mist emerged from below, covering the six items. When the mist dissipated, the six items had already disappeared:
"Heir of the Lord, the key now belongs to you."
