Lucien and Seran did not slack off searching for small worlds and barks of the Tree of Creation.
And in the past month, their efforts finally bore fruit.
Two small worlds were found.
The first was luck.
The second was not luck. They found it because of Aurelia.
Long ago, Aurelia had been the one to locate Lucien's own origin small world. But the backlash had been terrible enough that even Seran, who often treated danger as something to smile at, had lost all humor when he saw the state she was in.
This time, she did it again.
Secretly.
When Seran found out, his expression changed in a way Lucien had rarely seen.
His smile was gone.
"You promised me."
Aurelia looked up at him, tired but calm.
"I promised I would not act recklessly."
"This was reckless."
Seran stared at her.
Aurelia gave him a faint smile.
It did not work.
His voice lowered.
"Wife."
That one word carried more worry than a long scolding would have.
