The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

If he could choose to give up everything he has now and return to his student days, Morian would definitely accept it without hesitation, no matter how powerful he becomes in the future.

However, time does not give anyone a chance to make up for regrets.

He had intended to go in and relive the campus scenery, but then decided against it, putting away the faint feelings that belonged to another world, and started walking again, gradually leaving the laughter and joy behind him far away.

Diana's residence was in a quieter neighborhood, with a small courtyard, which she maintained herself.

Following the route he remembered, Morian arrived at the courtyard with the iron gate. Two guards had been reinstated outside the courtyard to keep watch.

Maintaining a calm expression, he approached the guard, took out the rose token from his pocket, showed it to the guard, and successfully passed through the iron gate to enter the interior.

The courtyard was much tidier now, with clear signs of human effort, and the whole house looked more vibrant.

Morian walked to the wooden door and knocked gently.

After a while, footsteps gradually approached, quickly getting closer to the door.

The person who opened the door was Diana Laurent. Although her face was still a little pale, she had regained most of her color.

She was wearing a white shirt and trousers, with the shirt sleeves rolled up to her arms, her long, snow-white hair falling casually to her shoulders, and she was holding a wet rag in her hand.

It looks like they're cleaning right now.

"Good morning, Ms. Laurent." Morian nodded slightly with a professional smile. "I apologize for bothering you, but His Highness Eric is very concerned about your recovery, so he specifically asked me to come and visit you."

Hearing Eric's concern, Diana's eyes softened for a moment, then she said politely:

"Thank you for coming. Please come in. It's a bit dusty inside, and I'm cleaning it up."

Morian followed instructions and entered the living room. The living room was simple and spacious, and it was quite clean at the moment, with water stains still visible on the floor from the recent mopping.

It is clear that the other party has been doing what they can since they regained consciousness.

"Mr. Tias, please have a seat." Diana smiled beautifully and gestured for him to sit opposite her. "I'm sorry we have nothing to offer you, just some plain tea."

She walked apologetically to the small cabinet next to the fireplace and picked up a kettle.

"Don't worry about it, ma'am." Morian sat down on the soft sofa and smiled. "I'm glad to see your complexion has improved, which shows that the treatment is very effective."

"Speaking of which, I haven't formally thanked you yet." Diana suddenly turned around and bowed slightly in thanks.

"I still remember that it was you who went deep into my inner world and overcame that lost me, and successfully brought me back. I am truly grateful to you."

Her thanks were brief, but her eyes were exceptionally sincere.

"This is my duty, and it's what His Highness Eric entrusted to me to accomplish." Morian smiled. "Most importantly, you yourself must possess a sufficiently strong will."

A resilient will... Diana's lips curled into a bitter smile.

"No, as a royal knight, to be so easily misled by such a matter would be my dereliction of duty," she shook her head in denial, then changed the subject.

"By the way, how is His Highness now? Is he in good health? What is the situation at White Rose Palace?"

Several questions were posed in rapid succession, carrying a deep sense of concern.

"His Highness is safe. The last time I saw him, he was reading in his study," Morian replied cautiously.

"That's wonderful!" Diana turned around happily.

Just then, the water boiled, and the sound of steam hitting the kettle lid could be heard.

Diana quickly took down the teapot and methodically poured water into the cup.

Her movements and expression were steady, but Morian noticed that her limbs were trembling slightly involuntarily.

Clearly, even this powerful young knight was afraid that she would hear bad news when she regained consciousness, and that the thing she least wanted to see had already happened during the time she was lost.

Morian glanced at her and immediately understood why she hadn't asked about Eric at the beginning; she was probably just trying to stay calm.

Now, hearing the news he brought, he was finally able to put his mind at ease.

While Diana was boiling water to make tea, he casually observed the living room.

If you walk straight from the entrance, the area on the right is where they are. Three sofas are arranged around a round tea table, and a dark red carpet with a diameter of about two meters is laid underneath.

The fireplace, used for heating in cold weather, is located behind the sofa, and not far from the fireplace is a wooden staircase leading to the second floor, with a handrail of a certain height.

The area on the left is the kitchen and dining area, with a spacious rectangular wooden table in the middle and eight chairs on both sides, enough to entertain guests for meals.

Given Diana's status and position, she could have had a much better material life with her salary and benefits, but the house was very simple, appearing practical and restrained.

Perhaps this also reflects her down-to-earth nature; it's reasonable for someone living alone to have simple living conditions.

Diana handed out a cup of tea, then sat down with another cup in her hand.

"I'm relieved to hear the news you brought. I was worried that His Highness's health was getting worse, just like before."

Getting worse and worse?! Morian suddenly realized that they seemed to be talking about different things.

Could it be that the fourth prince was hiding his physical condition?

"Has His Highness Eric ever experienced any health problems?" Morian asked in a deep voice.

Diana paused briefly, then replied:

"...Yes, before I developed the problem, his body had been getting weaker day by day."

"In severe cases, it can even cause coughing up blood."

As she said this, her eyes dimmed, as if she had also discovered something.

Morian frowned slightly, wondering what the reason might be.

If, as the other party claims, Prince Eric concealed his true physical condition, what was his reason?

Could this be directly related to the truth about the "ritual"?

After a moment, he recalled the scene of their conversation that day and said carefully:

"His Highness did look a little tired that day, but his spirits were still good. He was indeed reading a book. When I saw him, he was holding the book 'Emily's Love' in his hand."

"Emily's Love..." Diana repeated softly, her eyes gazing out the window, "That book was one we both loved."