"Mayla has awakened."
Caelum's words lingered in the air like a bell toll. Trafalgar felt his chest tighten, not with fear, but with something heavier—something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time.
'Mayla… awake.' It was the only thought that filled his mind.
The original Trafalgar had shared a special bond with her. She was the one who cared for him with genuine warmth, even after Rivena had shattered him as a child. When others looked at him with indifference or contempt, Mayla's eyes had held compassion. Later, even she grew colder, masking her affection with formality—but she had always known what he endured.
Since he had transmigrated into this body, Trafalgar had noticed changes in her too. The careful distance she once kept had begun to crumble. She had shown glimpses of the old Mayla, the loving caretaker the original Trafalgar had cherished. For him—the man she served now—she became a reminder of something rare in this world: kindness.
