Ilya didn't concern herself whether her choice was right or not.
Though she was grateful that the dreams awakened her to the reality of her situation, she didn't want them to control her life.
She had just gotten her freedom at the cost of two lives.
"Culprit? Bacharoth? Why should I go after them? As far as I've seen, the me from those dreams only suffered greatly. What's the merit in bringing peace to this world when I can't benefit from it?"
Ilya watched the serenity that was characteristic of the valley. The surrounding forest was at ease with its inhabitants.
"This feels great," Ilya muttered as she opened her arms to let the wind embrace her freely.
Just then, the lady caught the splatters of blood on her garment. She didn't mind no matter how filthy her makeshift dress had become. However, the very fact that it was Orelia and Sorsiana's blood that had stuck on her dress repulsed her immensely.
