The service hour was over. Mia, the vixen lady, went to a room where the human child that she adopted out of whim was resting. She found Elea lying on the table, rolling the gold coin that Darius gave her back and forth between her dainty fingers. The young lady was completely unaware of Mia's arrival.
"Vrabia Empire." Elea mumbled as she recognized the crest. "A noble from faraway land? Maybe, but he's too kind for a noble, I didn't sense any malice from his person. Vergil… Who are you?"
"Darling? Are you okay?" Mia knocked on the door.
"Eep!" Elea tossed the gold coin up in the air and it landed on her head with a faint "ting" noise. "Mother! Please don't startle me like that."
Mia giggled in amusement. Elea was three years old when Mia adopted her. Fifteen years later, the feeble and frail little child had experienced love at the first sight. Humans indeed grew so fast and often matured prematurely.
