Tiaral

"Oh yes, according to the rules, I have to say something," the girl picked up and dusted off her hat, then held it to her chest. "We weren't acquainted for long, but it's still strange to realize that you're no longer useful and I won't see you again. You have such a pure, even, and beautiful face, Aunt Min, not at the moment, of course, but in general – that's why you stood out among all our colleagues and always reminded me of my friends from my father's mansion. And you always greeted me and answered my informational requests. Even if Uncle Aldric constructs or hires someone else to replace you and names them after you, I will know that it's a fake and a pathetic copy. But maybe, when I return home, I'll ask my father to make me another sister and name her 'Aunt Min,' and she will have your face. Although, no, my father won't be able to help me. Well, then I'll make you myself. It will probably be the right thing to do from a sentimental point of view. I don't quite understand it yet, but I'll probably understand it over time. Okay, I'm going now; they're all waiting for me there." Emma curtsied, put on her hat, left the cave, and went to report to the leader of the Hearts.