Twenty-seven years ago…
"Seira! W-What's wrong, honey?! Wake up!"
Clarisse sobbed uncontrollably as she cradled Seira's small, unconscious body.
The servants were panicking as well. They rushed to help Clarisse, who was covered in blood.
"No, let me go! My daughter… My daughter is hurt!" she cried, pushing away the servants trying to help her up.
"You're injured too, Concubine Clarisse! Please, you need to stay still!" one of the servants pleaded, her voice trembling.
"No! My daughter… You have to save Seira!" Clarisse screamed hysterically.
The servant gritted her teeth, at a loss for what to do.
Fortunately, another servant soon arrived with the court physician.
Without wasting any time, they carried Seira, whose small body was covered in wounds, along with Clarisse, who was also injured.
***
"How is Seira doing, Dalas?"
Ragan turned to the short, elderly man beside him, his expression grim.
Dalas slowly withdrew his hand from Seira's chest and let out a long sigh.
