"I heard it. You've destroyed my city again," Melfina grumbled, her voice laced with both fatigue.
She was lying on a bed, still recovering from the fight against my father at Edenis Raphiel. Her normally vibrant presence was dulled by exhaustion, and the dim light in the room only emphasized her frailty. I was sitting in her room, watching over her as the darkness outside deepened into the inky blackness of night.
"It wasn't intentional, and there were no casualties," I replied, trying to sound reassuring as I sat in a chair beside her, arms crossed.
"No casualties, perhaps, but you'll still have to ask your dear sister to cover the damages," she scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
I grimaced at the thought. Christina was going to scold me again, and I wasn't looking forward to it.
Melfina's sharp gaze pierced through the silence. "What are you doing here?" she finally asked, her voice soft but probing.
