"Nina!"
Juliano was somewhat incredulous. He pushed aside the crowd blocking his way, quickly walked up, and looked excitedly at the familiar yet unfamiliar young Wolf Race girl with blue-gray short hair standing behind Leon.
His lips trembled, opening his mouth several times, but words failed him; all he could say was, "You're back."
"Yes, I'm back."
Cherina's voice was very faint, but those who knew her could still detect the waves of emotion within.
"That's great, just great."
Juliano was a bit at a loss for words. He never thought he would have the chance to see his daughter again in his lifetime. When he thought about it, not a single telegram, not a single letter could be sent out.
Sometimes he felt regret. If he had chosen to be a good father back then, instead of trying to liberate the Wolf Race and rebuild a foundation in the New Continent, perhaps he wouldn't have ended up so alone.
"Aside from your hair, you haven't changed much from before."
