While working in my study room, for some unknown reason, something came to my mind tonight. I remembered that as a child—or rather, as a baby—I used to draw pictures that depicted certain things. I don't remember what those pictures were or how they looked, but strangely enough, I clearly remember where I buried them.
When I stood up and looked at the sky, I noticed that the air smelled quite pleasant. Then, before stepping outside and heading toward the queen's palace that Luciana used to use, I made sure to take a torch, realizing how dark the night was.
As I was passing through the corridors, I ran into Isabella and Luciana. They approached me, but I told them I had something urgent to do and continued walking.
I stopped right in front of the window of the palace room that Luciana used to use. After scanning the area a little, I set the torch aside and began digging in a specific spot.
