"Little Griseo, why... is she Mommy?"
Griseo looked at Cecilia seriously:
"Because the colors around her are like the sea stirred by a gentle breeze, embracing everyone who draws near. Just like... Mommy's embrace."
"Then how is she compared to Aponia?"
Griseo thought seriously for a while:
"She's different from Mommy Aponia. Um... Mommy Aponia became Mommy Aponia because she held my hand in the darkness. But the colors around Mommy Cecilia... just look like Mommy's colors."
To put it plainly: Aponia gave Griseo motherly affection, so in Griseo's eyes, she was equivalent to her mother. As for Cecilia, Griseo could tell at a glance that everything in the world could be her child.
"Cecilia, the surprises you've brought me really do come one after another. I never imagined that someone could be naturally suited to being a mother... And your children... are either Herrschers or Stigmata Awakeners. If we include Griseo, then we have to add the youngest Fusion Warrior of the Previous Civilization... Thinking about it that way, your husband must be under quite a bit of pressure..."
At the mention of Siegfried, a trace of melancholy appeared on Cecilia's face.
"I wonder how dear is doing now... Since I'm not there, I'll have to trouble Theresa to look after him. Divine Fire Judgment isn't with Schicksal right now, so I don't have to worry about him doing anything foolish again. The successor of Black Abyss White Flower... couldn't possibly appear so soon..."
"Ah, I'm really sorry. Did I make you think of something unpleasant?"
"Ah... Elysia, you don't need to apologize. I was just thinking about my husband..."
Griseo nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that back when her own father went out on missions, her mother would sometimes stand alone in front of the window, lost in thought.