Inside Nyx's Old Room,
"Even the broken ceiling… was repaired?"
Aether's voice carried quiet disbelief as his gaze swept across the room.
What had once been fractured now stood pristine. The air held a faint, delicate fragrance, like freshly washed linen.
When his fingers brushed against the wall, they met nothing but smoothness, not a trace of dust.
Aether slowly turned his head toward Nyx. Her face remained calm, almost stoic, yet beneath that stillness, he could read her.
He knew her well enough to see the quiet storm of emotion she tried to hide. She was elated, floating somewhere far above restraint... knowing her adopted mother still cared.
'Tsk'
He clicked his tongue, 'What the heck is wrong with that woman? If you want to hate, then hate properly. Why act like a damn tsundere?'
Every action from Mary only deepened the edge of his frustration.
Exhaling through his nose, he forced himself to refocus. His eyes settled back on Nyx,
