Chapter 403: The Legacy of the Garland

**Thelma Zane’s Perspective** “I can only allow you to see the garland once,” the mayor stated firmly. “Please forgive my caution. It’s not that I’m an overly conservative or miserly old man, but this garland is an ancient and priceless artifact. Its value is immeasurable, and no power in the world can recreate the work of the Goddess of Nature. Any mishap would be irreparable, and that’s why my family has always guarded it with great care.” I nodded in understanding. “It’s already a privilege to even make such a request. We deeply appreciate your trust and generosity.” The mayor led us through several heavy, intricately carved doors to the treasure vault. As the final door opened, my breath caught in my throat. There it was—the garland of legend. If I hadn’t known its history, I might have mistaken it for a piece of recently crafted jewelry. The flowers were impossibly delicate, their petals appearing freshly plucked. The emerald-green leaves seemed alive, pulsating wit