-Thump... Thump...

Once again, a peaceful day in the parlor of the young lady’s estate.

"Ooh..." Gulp... "That's right..."

In the parlor, the Desmont family, with clenched fists, gazed intently at the young lady seated in the Fairy Model One, each one swallowing with bated breath.

Darbav’s eyes were brimming with tears as he held back his emotions.

"Sniff... Olivia, don’t push yourself."

Kyle kept bowing his head, raising and lowering it as if he couldn’t bear to watch.

"Hah... I can’t watch. What if she falls…?"

Rosanna, too, was wiping her moist eyes with a handkerchief, her gaze fixed …