Seven scrolls, quietly laid upon the table.
The moment the scrolls appeared, the temperature in the Holy Daughter's chamber dropped instantly.
Carlos felt as though a layer of frost was forming on his body, his skin uncontrollably sprouting a dense layer of goosebumps.
He was afraid!
Carlos didn't know why, but those seven seemingly ordinary scrolls made his hair stand on end.
Seeing Carlos's demeanor, Rose Vesper simply sat quietly beside him, a faint smile on her face as if waiting for Carlos to make a choice.
She didn't urge him, for she understood that the moment Carlos appeared here, he was already unable to escape the arrangement of destiny.
The seven scrolls had once been stolen along with her hoard of wealth and diaries full of incriminating records. Rose Vesper thought she would never see those seven scrolls again. Yet, on the very night her identity and lineage were confirmed, she received another oracle, and the same seven scrolls appeared before her once again.
