But the truth had shattered that hope. Helga's heart tightened as she recalled the moment she discovered the truth: her parents had refused to accept her. They had cast her aside, deeming her too sickly to care for, preferring instead to nurture her elder sister. That realization had stung like a fresh wound, and she had left them without a backward glance, a mix of anger and sorrow swirling within her.
Esme continued gently, her tone softening as she sensed Helga's turmoil. "You know that when a divine beast possesses someone, it requires a medium. It's always some kind of accessory, like the bracelet on your wrist."
She gestured to the delicate bracelet adorning Helga's arm, its intricate design shimmering softly under the dim light of the study. Helga's gaze followed Esme's, her fingers unconsciously brushing over the cool metal, a symbol of her bond with the divine beast that had chosen her.
