"But hasn't it already been taken by someone?"
Ronan grasped the rune crystal in his hand and asked.
"What was taken was merely what Heramus left behind back in the day—the contents have been reprinted countless times and analyzed by numerous people..."
Heliodor removed the sleeve from his arm, casually summoned a water ball to wash his hands, which had been stained by the potion.
"You can keep this crystal; after all, it's just a collectible since you can't practice it. But remember, do not show it to a second person."
Ronan nodded. He remained silent for a while and then asked, "Who took it?"
"I knew you'd ask that."
The roots and vines under Heliodor's feet grew rapidly, weaving into the shape of a vine chair. He leaned back on it, and the silver coin obediently lay on his thigh, allowing him to stroke it.
"Juventus."
Heliodor uttered a name, which was exactly whom Ronan had suspected.
