"How is it?"

Watching Leon and Fredri walk side by side into the Taurus Star Palace, the Taurus director couldn't help but ask expectantly: 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Has Miss Fredri's injury improved? Have you found hope?"

Found nothing...

Looking at the Taurus director's hopeful expression, Leon couldn't help but grimace, recalling the experiences of the past few days, and then shook his head at her.

Everything that might have been hopeful, I freakin' showed her everything, but the result was completely counterproductive. You two really came up with a stupid idea!

It felt like being on the bridge at a suicide hotspot, with silly slogans like "Think of your family" and "Does anyone still love you?" plastered everywhere. Fredri, whose hope had worn thin, became more and more upset, even bursting into tears in public—what an awkward scene...

"It's okay..."

"?"

Under Leon's somewhat surprised gaze, Fredri, whose eyes looked slightly dark and bloodshot, probably from sleepless nights, actually nodded at the Taurus director and gave a reserved smile.

"Although Mr. Leon didn't make me feel fulfilled, it's not his fault. It's just that I was too difficult to please, and he really tried his best."

"???"

"Uh... she probably means 'a woman's heart is as deep as the ocean', suggesting that my failure was due to her thoughts being too hard to guess."

Translating Fredri's idiom for the bewildered Taurus director, Leon explained helplessly:

"These past two days, I've taken her everywhere I could, but ultimately it didn't work out. Her condition didn't worsen, but it also didn't improve—basically, we did two days of futile work!"

"No, no, no! That's not it!"

Upon hearing Leon's evaluation of "futile work," Fredri couldn't help but get a little anxious and quickly added:

"Even though Mr. Leon couldn't restore my hope, he showed me many wonderful and meaningful things, and even took me to his former home. We spent some time beside the bed, and he shared many private secrets only he knows, so I didn't leave completely empty-handed..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Facing the increasingly peculiar gazes from the Taurus director and Pisces director, Leon, now quite embarrassed, quickly explained:

"What she meant wasn't 'sweet nothings,' but 'private matters' and 'secret words'! "

She understood 'private matters' as things only she knew and 'secret words' as topics that are rarely discussed with others—it's not that kind of thing!

Also, taking her to my former residence was Director Olivia's suggestion. After leaving the Virgo sub-bureau, we took a spin around Veteran Alley, and were only inside for a few minutes—I couldn't possibly... ahem... maybe we should focus on the task at hand?"

"That works..."

Feeling that, ethically speaking, Leon didn't seem to be that kind of person, and physically speaking, he didn't seem to be... that kind of person either. After glancing at Fredri, who looked puzzled but didn't refute, the Taurus director proactively shifted the topic, speaking warmly:

"Miss Fredri, before you officially set off, we'd like you to use the Dream Butterfly lightly once, so we can assess your mental state and determine if you can undertake this mission, is that alright?"

"Alright!"

Upon hearing this, Fredri's expression turned serious, and she carefully received the Dream Butterfly handed by the Taurus director, holding it in front of her forehead, gently touching it to her brow.

Once the Dream Butterfly touched her brow, it seemed to have wings woven from moonlight and mist, gently fluttering once, then glided into her forehead and transformed into a midnight-blue butterfly pattern.

"She's already entered the dream voluntarily."

After supporting the young woman who was about to fall, the Taurus director identified the butterfly pattern on her brow and nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Leon:

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Nodding at the Taurus director, Leon stepped forward seriously, accepting the young woman who had entered a dream from her hands and closed his eyes to place his forehead against her brow.

"Swish"

The sound of butterfly wings fluttering echoed once more, and as his forehead approached Fredri's brow, a butterfly pattern identical in shape appeared on Leon's forehead.

Although the two patterns were similar in shape, they vastly differed in color. The pattern on Leon's forehead was not midnight-blue like hers but a dazzling pale gold akin to dawn, edged with a faint fiery red reminiscent of clouds kissed by morning light.

"Leon, Medea has attempted to color Fredri's will during the previous treatments. Her first dream must be related to her origins—this is a chance for you to examine her background thoroughly."

Observing Leon hesitating for a moment rather than immediately pressing his forehead against hers, the Taurus director advised earnestly:

"You might think we're making a big deal out of this, but you are the hope of the clearing bureau and humanity as a whole, so we have to be careful, ensuring Miss Fredri's situation is fully understood.

After all, although she provided matching information, even sharing some of Director Amendo's unique habits, none of this is corroborated by other sources, just her own account.

This means the intelligence we currently have on Old Soil entirely comes from her narrative—without cross-verification, sending you both to Old Soil is like risking your life. So..."

"I understand."

Interrupting the Taurus director, Leon took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers.

"If our actions displease her, we can apologize once she awakens—but this indeed cannot be ignored... Mmm... it's an orchid scent, surprisingly..."

"?"

What?

After supporting Leon, who fell asleep while using his makeshift Butterfly Dream to enter the dream, the Taurus director was momentarily surprised, then glanced questioningly at the Pisces director.

"Did you hear what Leon said just before? It's 'some flower', right?"

"Orchid."

After looking at Leon, who was leaning against Fredri's shoulder with his nose brushing her fair neck, the Pisces director, having smelled this scent before, responded while helping them onto the prepared large bed:

"The director's last words were about Fredri's scent—it's orchid, and he likes it quite a bit~"