"Senior, how did you know my mother?" Mirabella asked after a long while, her voice echoing into the silence of the training space.
"Genevieve... What a cute little girl." He said softly, turning his white eyes toward the glittering distance, his expression softening as if he were actively remembering a beautiful, long-forgotten scenario in his mind.
"Cute little girl?" Mirabella was getting even more confused. Hearing her incredibly powerful, legendary mother described as a "cute little girl" by this ancient entity felt entirely surreal.
"Girl, you do know you aren't originally from this world, right?" He asked, turning his head to face her directly, his white robes billowing silently in the void.
"I know that." Mirabella replied, tightening her posture. "My family are from the fourth world, so I am naturally from the fourth world."
"You are partially correct."
"I don't understand." Mirabella said, the confusion growing deeper.
