"Master..."
Veridia's voice was much softer than usual, with a faint, almost imperceptible trace of attachment in its trailing note.
She gazed at Aster Grant, and deep within those cyan eyes surged an incomparably complex emotion.
Under the corrosion of the Slaughter Law, to be dragged back by Aster Grant at any cost...
Certain things that had long been buried were like seeds soaked through by rain, no longer able to hold back, breaking through the earth, growing clear and intense.
But she remembered.
Once, she had also mustered her courage and clumsily laid bare her feelings.
Yet what she received was not Aster Grant's response!
Thus, she took a deep breath and pressed down all the love in her eyes.
"Master, thank you!"
She spoke again, her voice having recovered a measure of its former chill, only the faint tremor at the end betraying the unrest.
