Nolan's eyes widened at those words. But the next moment, he quickly regained his composure and gently patted her back.
"You're just too tired, Your Majesty. Get some rest."
"No!" Seira protested, shaking her head. "I'm not drunk! You really do look just like him! Your face, your appearance—everything about you is so much like that man. The man I love."
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she gently stroked Nolan's face.
"Hey, tell me. Are you his reincarnation?"
Nolan remained silent. His expression grew complicated, tinged with sadness.
"Tell me!"
Seira grabbed his collar and shook him.
"I've been waiting for him. I've been looking forward to this moment. Why… why don't you remember me?"
Her tears flowed freely as she sobbed in his arms.
"Tell me, I beg you. Are you Nolan Frey?"
Nolan closed his eyes before pulling her into his arms.
"Yes. It's me, Nolan Frey."
Seira's body trembled when she heard his answer.
