"It's time."
Somewhere far away, a woman gazed into the distance, as though watching something far beyond the horizon. Her emerald green eyes shimmered in thought. Her long blonde hair fluttered in the wind, her clothes flowing softly around her. Her head was adorned with a golden crown woven in an exquisite pattern, glimmering beneath the rising sun.
Far away, someone suddenly opened their eyes.
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Mireille's eyelids fluttered open.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, only then realizing tears were already streaming down the corners of her eyes and soaking the pillow. She sat up, wiped away the tears, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When she went downstairs, she saw the four brothers were already seated, discussing something in hushed tones. As soon as she arrived, they fell silent.
"W-what's wrong?" Mireille asked, puzzled.
