Gyllena slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the ceiling of her room, the room she grew up with, which felt like a prison once she realized the existence of the cultists inside her Mansion. Now though, she felt safe again. She couldn't she dark mana with her eyes, but she felt it instinctively. That the darkness was no longer ruled this place.
"Did Tizmilly and that man succeeded?" She muttered, a smile on her face.
'Tizmilly...'
Her mind returned to the times when they were still two kids who were playing innocently, running around the garden of the Fallburn mansion.
"I am sorry... And thank you."
Why did she acted so harsh toward Tizmilly when they first met again after all these years? She was already pondering over the question for days. Now, she finally understood the reason.
It was complicated. Couldn't be addressed by a world, like envy, anger, or any single feeling.
