"Hmm???"
Euphilia, who until now had been closing her eyes, savoring her daughter's care, couldn't hold back any longer. She sat up straight, then nervously grasped her daughter's hands and gave her a thorough check to confirm she was still in good health — lively and jumping around — before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"What happened? Where did you encounter it?"
She asked hastily,
After all, that was the Lord of Glory, wasn't it? If her daughter, with her meager strength, ran into him, it would be akin to a delivery right to their doorstep.
Even though Euphilia's current strength was on par with a Sage, the mere mention of that name still made her feel an invisible pressure.
The reputation of the greatest historical antagonist character in Witch history wasn't just for show.
Thankfully, what she feared hadn't happened; her daughter was unharmed. However, on a second thought, that was to be expected, since His Highness was there.
