After speaking, Lola looked at Olivia again.
"How about it? Have you decided?"
"..."
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows slightly, staring at her own palms, hesitating with a lost expression.
Before the disaster struck Selva, she had always thought she was just a normal village girl who was particularly good at fighting.
Even after continuously defeating those fierce enemy knights, she only elevated her self-awareness to—a village girl with superior martial arts skills...
Her following along this time was merely out of simple curiosity about how Miss Mage knew about her ancestors.
But, a lineage related to magic?
Heritage?
...The truth?...
In the girl's memories, a vague impression of her mother—who she could hardly remember—flashed by.
Her mother's beautiful golden hair, her sorrowful eyes...
Olivia... Olivia...
It seemed like she could hear a call from the past in her ears.
She felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
"Olivia?"
Leon patted the girl's shoulder.
