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Have you ever heard of herb pizzelle?

Amita Nina and Hyman made them from a Lateran recipe using Sarkaz herbs. A dessert that everyone loved, one that belonged to this abbey, and this abbey alone.

Amita Nina used to say that tasting bitter fruit is all well and good, but the children should grow up knowing more than bitterness.

They should know what sweetness tastes like.

I will commit this dessert to memory.

Ha. It's not important. We forgot the taste of sweetness a long time ago.

No one makes pizzelle anymore.

I find myself curious at times.

If Sankta weren't so special, if everyone in Laterano was mundane, normal, insignificant as I am...

Would the Holy City still look the same?

Would Laterano be Laterano?

...I don't know.

That's a shame.

Clément...

Do you no longer have faith? Have your beliefs changed?

I was just made to see reality.

Things are not as immutable as people think. Testing them only harms them.

One little flaw, one little imperfection, one tiny, little wound, and it's broken beyond repair.

Like the flower you found.

The flower I'm looking for is no longer here.

It's almost time for Matins. I should go.

Goodbye, Senior Federico.

Federico Giallo stands alone in the morning light of the sacrarium.

The marks left behind by the flames have already been scrubbed away. Deprived of its furnishings, the sacrarium feels empty, with only the sound of footsteps to fill it.

Federico is an outstanding Executor. He has been with the Notarial Hall for six years, carrying out his duties with excellence.

But this is his first year as a saint. There is no one to guide him or instruct him.

The silent saint picks up the broken and burned flower.

The statue protected it from the flames. It was a miracle that it survived the fire.

But this miracle is worthless in the eyes of another.

The flower is still here.

But it is not the one he wanted?

Wounds beyond repair...

I don't understand.

Would Laterano still be Laterano?

Insufficient data to reach a conclusion.

Executor Federico realizes with a start—

Clément's expression was too calm.

He did not mention Gerald's death, nor the arrangements of the other Sarkaz.

What about himself?

Words without action have no power. That is why he did not say he would find out the truth.

Nor did he say he would fulfill Gerald's last request.

Federico gazes at the broken flower before his eyes.

He has a feeling—

A feeling that, someday, he will find the answer to all his questions in this flower.

Mm—uh—

Morning, Sara... it's time to wake up...

Mm... mmm... zzz...

Eren! Wake up, Eren!

Mamma came back yesterday!

Huh?!

She came back? Where is she?

It must be her! Look—

A new blanket from Mamma? It's a little torn...

But there are pictures of circles on it! And people with wings! Like what Mamma promised us!

Who cares if it's a little torn? Mamma's clothes are torn too. We have to be good.

I know, I know.

Let's go and find Senior Federico!

Can we play with Senior Federico today?

No, silly, we're going to tell Senior Federico that Mamma came back to see us last night, so he doesn't need to worry!