[ you don't need to look for me, because ... ] Mother went to a very far place, a place that you will never be able to reach. [ Cyril will take care of you in the future. Good child, grow up well, and you will be happy for the rest of your life. ]
At that time, the little girl clorya held the letter in her hand, and tears gradually flowed out of her beautiful Obsidian-like eyes.
His mother ... Did he not want her anymore?
Finally ...
Little clorya cried as she went to find her father, the Empire's noble Duke of White Rose, and explained the situation in between sobs.
He looked at the little girl in front of him. Her black hair and black eyes were obviously inherited from her mother ...
The Duke of White Rose frowned.
With a wave of his hand, he symbolically sent a few people to find an mi. After a few days of hasty search, the news of the sudden death of an mi, the Duke's concubine, spread.
