Fresh flowers in vases, floral specimens on the walls, and various ornaments bought according to Annelisa's tastes... Over the years, she had been almost alone in the imperial capital, likely feeling very bored. She might have thought that when Ansel or Flamelle returned, they would be delighted to see the beautifully arranged estate, so she tirelessly devoted her energy to it.
But Flamelle was busy with his own affairs, and Ansel had not returned since he left three years ago, until now.
Ansel silently ran his fingers along the wall, his expression somewhat dazed, his mother's smiling face appearing in his mind, and his eyes lowered slightly.
He rarely allowed himself to indulge in his most vulnerable emotions, but at this moment, Ansel followed his heart.
Because he knew that he probably would not have such an opportunity again.
"Father..."
"... Father."
The young Hydral murmured to his father for some unknown reason.
