Soul.
She was still missing the most crucial part of the soul.
With a soul, she would truly be "resurrected."
Without a soul... she was merely a lump of breathing flesh.
As Herbert scrutinized for a while, he suddenly let out a knowing "hmm."
"Hmm?"
His gaze swept over the face of the empty shell and finally focused on the chest, comparing it with the shape he remembered.
Oh!
Upon seeing that semicircular shape, Herbert's memory wholly revived, recalling the scene he had once witnessed.
"Is this... one of those fools who tried to rescue you back then?"
Back then, one of the foolish legends who came to break the prison on the night of the blood moon was a legendary Dark Elf who ultimately melted away in Fremay's song.
According to his joking words when his 'chuunibyou' syndrome flared up back then, the role she was assigned was as the "good guy."
Oh, so in the end, a bone remained?
