"Emilia..."
The silver-haired half-elf instinctively opened her arms, her eyes shifting from side to side as she softly called her daughter's name.
She was frightened. She was worried.
What if Emilia refused to acknowledge her as her mother? What if Emilia resented her?
As a mother, she was absolutely unqualified. She even felt a strong sense of unfamiliarity when facing Emilia.
But clearly, Satella's worries were unnecessary. Emilia's eyes were red, and she could neither escape nor avoid that connection between their souls.
Emilia could not help taking a step with her slender, shapely legs, clad in white silk stockings. Step by step, she walked toward Satella.
When she saw her mother's open arms, Emilia burst into tears and threw herself into Satella's embrace, sobbing as she called out her mother's name.
"Mommy... Mommy..."
Satella's body stiffened for a moment. As she looked at the other version of herself clinging to her waist, her expression gradually softened.
A pair of pale, delicate hands gently rested on Emilia's fragrant shoulders, patting her as Satella softly soothed her like a child being lulled to sleep. "...Lia, Lia..."
"...I'm here. Mommy's here."
Seeing the mother and daughter reunited, the witches around them showed hints of joy.
Satella's gentleness was the source of the witches' affection for her. Naturally, seeing Satella embrace her daughter filled them with delight.
However, witches' wills always went to extremes. Before long, they once again did as they pleased, going off to carry out their own Great Sin.
"Hmph. What a tearjerking little scene of a mother and daughter forgiving each other."
Echidna sneered.
Unlike the other witches, she did not like Satella.
Whether it was the gentle Satella or the crazed, envious Satella, it made no difference.
There was no particular reason. She simply did not like her.