Those matters that seemed like a lifetime ago, and were truly a lifetime ago for Dyon, still weighed on her heart.
A few decades ago, she didn't truly know the kind of man the father of her child was, but now she was confident that she did… And this kind of man… She felt a genuine happiness that they shared a miracle like Little Alauna together.
It was because of this understanding that Luna sat down so nervously, not knowing what to do with herself.
A part of it was an irrational nervousness because she was already well aware of what Dyon would do. But, another part was a nervousness toward just how these matters would unfold… She didn't want anything bad to happen to Dyon…
It was then that the projections Luna's eyes practically bore into revealed words that made her petite frame tremble.
Dyon stepped out of the tower, watching as numerous figures gathered in the skies.
