Lareina's flying body was visible on the other side of the mirror-shining portal; after floating for a while, she fell onto the wide bed.
"Mr. Jashua, if you have no reservations, please lead the way!"
When the Young Count crossed to the other side in two big steps, Nafız followed him without waiting; as the trio appeared on the other side, the portal on the carpet vanished in an instant.
"Wow, wow, wow, what a beautiful place this is!"
The Blood God was both muttering to herself and spinning around, examining the room; then she stopped and rushed towards the wall with windows taller than her own height. Although she spread her arms to the sides, she couldn't reach the wings of the window, and there were three of these windows on the room's wall.
"Outside is as beautiful as inside, come look!"
From right beneath the window, it was a field of flowers as far as the eye could see; it was impossible not to smell the scent of colorful flowers in various shapes. When she raised her head, she saw creatures wandering among the blue and white clouds; with their wide wings and pointed heads, they were flying hither and thither.
"Where have we come like this?"
Since Jashua couldn't close his mouth from admiration, his speech was a bit lispy, but the two people beside him heard what he said.
"How magnificent the flowers are; I have never seen them so clearly before!"
Lareina said the last word, but she managed to draw all attention to herself.
"Lareina, how clearly do you see?"
Nafız immediately jumped in.
"Very clearly, I can see down to the finest detail. From the bees wandering on them to the veins in their leaves, everything comes alive in my mind!"
Nafız started to smile; putting her hand on the strange girl's shoulder, she whispered in her ear.
"Then turn around and look at the picture hanging on the wall!"
Jashua heard what was said and turned around before anyone else; the girl hiding her face with her hair followed him a breath later!"
"Mother!"
Lareina collapsed where she stood; the tears flowing from her eyes were raining down on the burgundy wooden floor. Nafız and Jashua waited by her side until she calmed down; they didn't say a single word to allow all the emotions inside her to pour out.
Jashua's eye was on the picture Nafız pointed out; it was a painting occupying a large space on the wall at least the height of two people. There was at most a distance of two spans left from the top and bottom, and its width covered half the wall.
It was located to the left of the large bed directly opposite the opened dimensional door, bathed in the light coming from the wide windows directly across from it.
"Nafız, who are these?"
When the Young Count couldn't hold back and spoke, the Blood God put her index finger to her lips, making a hush sign; Lareina hadn't finished crying yet.
They waited for ten more minutes; the state of the strange girl was like her appearance in these moments. As if she was starting to shed the tears she had held back for years now, Nafız put her hand on her head and started stroking it.
"Come on, get up!"
"You, do you know her?"
"This is a question you know the answer to!"
The strange-looking girl stood up and headed towards the painting on the opposite wall; judging by how skillfully she avoided the bed in between, she could see everything here. When she reached the painting, she leaned her head against the woman figure in the water-green dress and started crying again.
"I remembered, I could remember you. Mother, I missed you so much!"
While Lareina cried, the other two sufficed with watching her from afar; this was not a moment they could interrupt.
"I know, I remember the time this picture was made. I am in my mother's arms, my father is standing right behind us!"
The picture was just as Lareina described; on the right arm of a woman with braided hair falling down her two shoulders, fair skin, and sparkling green eyes, there was a child covering a small part of her face with her hair.
Right behind them stood someone with a black coarse beard extending to his chest, his blood-red hair carefully combed to the side. The man's chest swelling with pride was the most important detail about him.
What Lareina said immediately stood out on the painting, but the strange girl hadn't said one thing. On the woman's left arm, looking as beautiful as water, there was another girl with curly red hair thrown back, looking around with eyes like flint.
"Mora, my sister, where are you?"
Lareina opened her two arms and embraced the painting; meanwhile, Jashua was looking at Nafız with curious eyes. Jashua didn't know Nafız's secret, but inwardly, he couldn't help but think about how an orc had a connection with the Holy Blood Sect, a Hell Realm sect.
Especially after reaching the Bloody Moon Fiefdom, his mind was thoroughly confused; how could an orc on the Orc Realm give him something that granted him such power?
"Little one, is that you?"
Jashua wouldn't wait long for the answer to the questions in his head because while the young girl standing next to him walked towards the other, she spoke with the voice of someone he had never heard before.
"Mora, it's you!"
The strange-looking girl and the other with blood-red hair ran towards each other and hugged on the wide bed. Their arms were wrapped around each other; they were squeezing so tight that it was impossible to distinguish that they were not a single body.
This time, both girls started crying at the same time; seeing Nafız like this for the first time, Jashua turned his back out of shame. Remaining motionless like this for a while, the two girls separated slowly, held hands, and looked at each other.
"How did it happen Mora; who was the orc from before?"
Upon what he heard, Jashua turned around like lightning; the strange-looking girl knew from the beginning that Nafız was an orc.
"She is the original owner of this body, my sister!"
A drop of tear trickled from Lareina's right eye and fell onto the bed through the path created by the previous ones.
"So that's how it is, our mother…!"
"All this remained in the very old past Lareina, a hundred years have passed!"
Mora pressed her crying sister's head to her chest; they turned and set about watching the painting on the wall.
"I can't remember exactly what happened Mora, images are broken. I feel very bad; I feel suffocated!"
Lareina was speaking with sighs, unable to complete some sentences.
"You will remember, my sister, but now we are here for something more important!"
When the red-haired girl finished her speech, she slowly straightened up and got off the bed; then, as if wanting to remember something, she looked at the ceiling and immediately bent down. When that wasn't enough, she knelt down and stuck her head into the two-span-long gap under the bed, pulling and dragging a box.
At that moment, a harsh wind shook the wide windows; while Jashua immediately took a battle stance, Lareina jumped from the bed in fear.
"Don't be afraid, my sister, only you and I can enter here. Look around, our room doesn't even have a door!"
Jashua, not Lareina, was surprised by this; when he scanned the room once more with his eyes, he saw that indeed there was no door.
When Nafız straightened up again, she had a rather large wooden box in her hand. One side blood-red, the other water-green, she extended the box towards Lareina.
"Take this; what's inside can no longer be of use to me, but you will realize our dream!"
When her speech finished, the red-haired girl first shook, then fell onto the bed; it was evident from her every state that she had pushed herself excessively.
"Mora, Mora!"
Lareina shook her sister, whom she held by the shoulders, once or twice in anxiety, and these movements seemed to work.
"Slow down, strange girl, I ache all over!"
The voice had changed once again; now there was Nafız in the guise of a young girl, not Mora, in front of her. The three people inside the room, where strange events developed one after another, were looking at each other with blank eyes.