There was another gift.
It rested at the very bottom of the case, set apart from the three presents the sisters had prepared. Unlike the cheerful blue, careful red, and plain white packages, this one had been wrapped in deep crimson paper. It was square, modestly sized, and tied with a narrow silver cord.
For several seconds, Camellia simply stared at it.
The Rubenhart crest was stamped into the wax seal.
Her eyes lifted toward the sisters.
"Is this from one of you as well?" She asked.
Esther looked from Camellia to the crimson parcel.
Then she shook her head.
"It is not mine."
"Nor mine," Hermione said.
Airam's gaze narrowed as she examined it, but she too gave a short shake of her head.
Camellia looked back down.
The crimson parcel sat in her hands with an unexpected weight.
Hermione's eyes widened first.
"W—Wait."
The others looked at her.
Hermione pointed toward the gift.
"Is that Ulrich's present?"
Esther blinked.
"Eh?"
Her face became openly bewildered.
