The Gardener pulled back the chair and sat in it, watching as Lillian continued to feed his niece under his gaze. Ultimately, he ignored it and got straight to talking.
"Elara had given up the attendant role. How fortunate for you."
"Eh?" Lillian froze, stunned by what she heard.
The girl had already begun to plan out other ways for her to get into the event, besides sneaking in, but to think that the thing she was wrapping her head around was unfurled like this.
Why had Elara decided to give up the role of attendant?"
"F-for what reason?" Lillian stammered.
Gardener of Roses gave a nonchalant shrug, "I don't know, and it doesn't matter. Besides telling you that, I have another thing to say that involves both of you."
Marionette wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, having finished everything on the plate.
"And that would be?" She plainly asked.
"Your cannabilistic tendency."
