A bitter tear rolled down Naria's left cheek.
Did it belong to Naria herself, and was it caused by the realization that much of her life had been based on a misunderstanding from five thousand years ago? Or was it an expression of Akonia's grief, due to which the world lost its beloved Arcelia?
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"My mission doesn't change because of this." — Regaining her composure, she headed towards the exit. — For now, I don't have any work for Carneol, so rest and regain your strength.
— Understood. When would it be convenient for me to approach You, Your Highness?