It was actually Shiloh!

The same Shiloh whom Andrew had reached out to back in Jayrodale, a mysterious figure from an ancient Torasesy lineage. Technically, she was a centuries-old nun, but her youthful appearance was that of a vibrant girl in her early 20s.

She stood there now, fists clenched, glaring daggers at Andrew.

Lauren and Francesca did not quite know what to do.

Francesca, being more familiar with Shiloh, quickly forced a smile. "Shiloh, what are you doing here?"

"Weren't you in Jayrodale, staying at the Moonlit Apothecary with Grandpa Cedric?"

Shiloh's face was icy. "Yeah, I was with Cedric, staying at Moonlit Apothecary."

She turned to Andrew and added, "But you promised to help cure my memory loss and immortality issue. It's been so long. Do you have any updates?"

Andrew smiled bitterly. "Shiloh, both of your conditions are very unusual. For now, I don't have any good solutions."

Shiloh looked somewhat angry. "So you've made no progress at all? I trusted