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Esther was very obedient.
While she didn't quite understand what "Grandma" meant, she understood that Lynch wanted her to go and pay her respects.
At once, she folded her small wings and drifted down from mid-air like a graceful butterfly, landing right on the Moon Priestess.
"Goo... goo... G-Gwanma...~" the little one cooed, her whimper-like sounds mimicking Lynch's earlier pronunciation.
The little one mumbled, imitating the sound Lynch had just made. Her cool little hands wrapped around the Moon Priestess's neck, and she affectionately nuzzled her head against the priestess's cheek.
The Moon Priestess's body went rigid in an instant.
This legendary being had lived for countless ages, witnessing both the glory and the fall of the Ancient Elf civilization. She had presided over the Divine Hall, guided believers, fought bloody wars against Abyssal Demons, and wandered alone through the ruins of time.
