The Goddess had appeared in her dream.
With features as similar to her, she could only feel herself as something of the Goddess's kin.
Just imagining it put shiver down her spine. Estelle slowly backed away from the woman. She glared slowly at the woman who had such a friendly smile. Estelle could only question how she could smile. How could she?! She was the start of every tragedy— the death of her mother, the obsession of Arthur with the Saintess, Magnus's parents death, and… how many lives had been taken away because of her hatred to the nightly creatures.
Estelle had seen on her own.
There are bad humans, there are good humans. It was exactly the same with how there are good nightly creatures and those who are horrid.
