A bizarre feeling rose within Azariah's mind as he looked at the woman wearing a maid's dress.
She had an ordinary face which wasn't anything special along with plain black hair and eyes that stared down at his child self with warmth.
"…Sypha," Azariah whispered quietly as anger flared deep within him.
His mind reminding him, how she crushed his entire childhood.
His chest felt heavy and his breathing uneven as he glared at the woman who quietly walked towards his child self with a smile.
"You did a great job saving them, young master," Sypha whispered softly as she helped 'his' pale body.
The child Azariah calmed at her words, 'his' expression melting as relief washed over his body, relaxing him.
But as he registered her words, his childlike expression broke, and he turned, "S-Shane?"
His childlike body crawled toward Shane's body, which had turned incredibly cold.
