That night, everything came to a halt.
The airflow, the breaths, even time itself seemed fixed at a certain point, creating an illusion.
Only an untimely haze was endlessly rising.
Seria stared blankly at the woman in front of her, forgetting even to breathe. It was a woman she had never forgotten once in her life.
How could she forget?
The wound that would never fade in her lifetime remained as the back of that woman.
Even during the hesitation, the woman added no further words.
She merely wore a sad smile and looked at Seria.
She had already said it once, but it was hard to believe.
A stammering voice escaped from Seria’s lips.
“M-Mother……?”
“Yes, Seria.”
It was a gentle and dignified tone.
Mother was always like that. Though her origins were unknown, she was a woman with a grace rare even in noble families.
Various stories she had told in childhood flashed through her mind.
In the ‘Heavenly…