An unknown amount of time passed.
Within the ever more magnificent yet practically meaningless-to-Orsaga Crimson Heaven.
In one of the many rooms at the deepest part of the Palace of Eternal Intercourse.
Inside a vast chamber.
Though incomparably lavish, it lacked any gaudy, glittering splendor.
Nearly all of its decorations were plants.
Even the tables and chairs were gorgeous plants grown into orderly shapes.
Their presence made the place seem as though it belonged to a kingdom of vegetation, while also filling it with a wondrous natural beauty. Everything appeared utterly harmonious.
Melolina sat on a bench inside the room, softly humming a tune, looking quite content.
After she finished humming.
Not far in front of her, on the large bed veiled in gauze, her mother—Golanel—calmly opened her eyes.
Only then did Melolina, smiling, take the initiative to greet her.
"Good day, Mother."
"Now that you're awake, Father's game should be more or less over too."
Sitting up, Golanel used her thoughts to weave her long hair into a different hairstyle. Then, with some helplessness, she said:
"Your father's hobbies have always left me at a loss. Every now and then, he even drags you girls along to fool around..."
Paying no heed to her mother's complaint.
Melolina shook her head dismissively, utterly unconcerned.
"Boring lives need a few embellishments, don't they?"
"So I don't think there's anything wrong with joining Father's game. We can even grow a little closer once in a while."
"A life where you know everything and can do everything will inevitably grow a little dull after enough time."
As she spoke.
Having finished changing her hairstyle, Golanel looked even gentler in temperament. She rose from the bed and gracefully walked to the center of the room. With utter calm, she gazed across every corner of