Erza paused, unable to understand what that meant. "Everything??"
Everything had changed in three days, the queen's hatred, the elders' arrogance, the very air of the chamber seemed different now, but she could not grasp why. She had not seen the memories. She had been locked outside the door, standing in gray void while the elves witnessed something that had broken them.
What had they seen?
What had Yuuta shown them that had turned a queen who hated humans into a woman who held a human child like her own?
The questions swirled in her mind like leaves caught in a tempest, unanswered and perhaps unanswerable.
Soon Erza saw the queen lift Yuuta gently into her arms.
Aerisyl Sylvarion moved differently now. The cold precision that had marked every action in the Colosseum, the way she had raised her hand to start the execution, the way she had smiled while the Dreadvex Ape broke a child's bones, was gone.
Wiped away as if it had never existed.
