The mysterious silver crown.
On the day of the celebration, when Eve saw the crown, she felt something was off. From an ornamental perspective, its workmanship was extremely rough, practically a craft disaster, and no matter how she thought about it, Lorenzo didn't seem like someone who would collect decorations.
A gift for giving away? That didn't seem right either. Lorenzo was poor, but not to the extent of giving such things. Could someone have given it to Lorenzo? Unlikely, because anyone who really knew Lorenzo would give him knives and swords, or at least a bottle of beer.
Its existence was too abrupt and strange, but at that time, her doubts were dissipated by the joy of the moment. Seeing that Lorenzo didn't want to say much, Eve didn't ask more until now, when she saw it again.
"Thief?"
