Count of Castelan's estate.
In a villa.
In a room.
A beautiful-looking lady with sickly pale skin was seated before a mirror at the moment. She was dressed in normal nightwear. Her eyes had a very weary and tired look in them. Her gaze was distant as she stared into the night sky, as if she was recalling something. A pained expression flashed through her eyes.
It was obvious that whatever she had recalled was not pleasant. However, it was all she could think about.
At this moment, a man entered the room she was in. He bore a striking resemblance to the young girl. He had an air of authority around him. The moment he saw the lady, his eyes softened. He stood behind her without saying a word. He brushed his hands through her hair.
"My dear daughter, I may not know who did this to you, but I will try everything I can to get more rank 3 novice-stage light transcendents to try and cure you," the man said.
