Her trembling grew faster, accompanied by more and more teardrops, and she curled up in pain, trying to ease the agony from her heart.
"Wuwu...wuwu..."
The wings behind Valentina seemed to feel her sorrow, gradually folding until completely enveloping her.
But that wasn't enough...
Suddenly, she felt as if everything she had gained now was meaningless, as if breaking away from the Turand Family, dispelling the curse, and restoring her body weren't enough, weren't bringing her happiness, weren't enough compared to the illusory joy she felt that night with the Dream Magic left by her Mother.
Was that illusion so beautiful it was enticing?
No, perhaps it was because at that moment, the companion in the illusion was real. And now, everything she owned was real, except the person beside her had retreated into the illusion of memories, making it impossible for her to grasp his trace.
"Wuwu..."
