While Kaori was writhing in agony, overwhelmed by the memory of her hug with Kaito and the various other embarrassments she had set aside, Olivia was in the Pope’s Chamber. Having changed back into her formal vestments, she was performing a silent prayer.
Within the darkened sanctuary, she was bathed in moonlight spilling from a high window. Her silhouette was ethereal, the very image of a mystical Saint.
(Thanks to Kaito-sama, it was a truly magnificent day, but there is much to reflect upon. While some moments went according to plan, I found myself bewildered by the unexpected on many occasions, exposing my own unseemliness. If it were merely the discrepancy between my expectations and reality, it would be one thing. Through Kaito-sama’s guidance, I am learning that theoretical knowledge is vastly different from lived experience. However, being caught off guard by things I had not even imagined can only be attributed to a failure of my own foresight. I must acknowledge the immaturity of my imagination, reflect, and strive for improvement...)
Perhaps it was a testament to her earnest nature, but Olivia remained in her prayerful posture, mentally revisiting the day's events to catalog her failures. This reflection was a scheduled part of her evening; after contemplating her performance and identifying areas for improvement, she intended to transition into a formal Prayer of Gratitude to Kaito.
(First, regarding the initial shopping, I had decided to let Kaito-sama take the lead, as Mizuhara Kaori suggested. There were no issues there. It was only natural for someone as magnificent as Kaito-sama, but his choice of shops was impeccable. His reliable presence was so captivating that I found myself entranced. Since he even allowed me the honor of walking while holding his hand, I must offer thanks for his heart—a benevolence as vast as the clear sky and as deep as the sea.)
In Olivia’s eyes, the morning spent window shopping under Kaito’s guidance was beyond reproach. Even now, her heart swelled with adoration as she recalled it. Given that her devotion and affection for him were already extreme, it was unlikely she would have found fault with anything he did.
(Regarding the lunch that followed, while I achieved my goal, I realized how naive my assumptions were. Given Kaito-sama’s gentle nature, I should have anticipated that he would feed me in return. My belief that I am meant to serve and devote myself to him was so rigid that I failed to consider he might want to do something for me as well. It was a mistake to impose my own expectations upon his will... Nevertheless, the euphoria I felt when Kaito-sama accepted the food I offered him was sublime. I felt so happy, knowing I was serving him... I want to do it again—!? Ah, how carnal of me! Now is not the time for such thoughts!!)
A blissful smile flickered across Olivia's face as she recalled their exchange at the restaurant, but she quickly reined in her wandering mind.
(During the play, we held hands with our fingers interlaced—a gesture I hadn't planned. It was a spontaneous act, and though I thought I had handled it well... that was a foolish conceit. Kaito-sama had seen right through my conversation with Mizuhara Kaori and mercifully adjusted his actions to suit us. The success belongs entirely to him. In fact, it would be no exaggeration to say that every ounce of happiness I felt today was thanks to Kaito-sama.)
Had Kaito been there, he surely would have protested that she was exaggerating. But with no one to ground her, Olivia’s thoughts continued to spiral, fueled by her absolute faith.
(Holding hands with interlaced fingers made me realize how different knowledge is from experience. I was shallow to think it was just a slight variation in technique. I never imagined that such a connection would create such a profound sense of intimacy. Beyond the warmth of his hand enveloping mine, the feeling of being deeply connected to him brought me overwhelming joy. To think that Kaito-sama permitted such a thing... Not only did he accommodate my sudden whim, but he forgave an act that could easily have been interpreted as lèse-majesté. His kindness echoes across the heavens and earth of the three worlds. And his profile, illuminated by the theater lights... Ah, it was then I realized what true art is. My very soul feels enriched for having witnessed it.)
Whether it was because she loved him too much or simply lacked focus, her attempts at critical reflection kept being derailed by tides of adoration. For a long while, she sat in the silence, her mind a repeating loop of praise for Kaito.
Serious-senpai: "Well, Olivia doesn't hide her Kaito-loving aura at all. Or rather, she has no intention of hiding it... As usual, even her inner thoughts are drowning in praise for him."
Machina: "She really is a child who understands. I wish the other meat slabs would follow Olivia’s example and maintain constant gratitude toward my beloved child."