Outside the window, thunder and rain erupted once more. Fierce winds and torrential rain battered the glass, booming alarmingly.
Rain poured down in sheets, as if it meant to drown the entire villa of Saint Krui Di Monastery.
Water trickled down the glass, gathered into streams along the frame, then splashed onto the courtyard soil, spreading into dark stains.
Amid the lightning and thunder, no one in the room noticed one thing—
The footsteps outside the door just now.
"Holy shit..."
Ifatia and Almirs stood in the doorway, staring dumbfounded at Hughberlian and Talia on the bed inside.
"A-Almirs, what is going on?"
Ifatia turned her head, intending to ask Almirs.
Instead, she saw that Almirs was terrified too.
"I have no idea."
The usually dignified and composed Ice Witch Almirs was trembling so hard her teeth chattered.
Almirs still didn't dare tell Ifatia that the scorpion-tailed demoness was her daughter, Hughberlian. She was afraid Ifatia wouldn't be able to take it.
"Hughberlian, why are you hitting me?!"
No matter how Talia wailed, Hughberlian acted as if she couldn't hear her. She had completely ceased to be the person she once was.
"Hughberlian?"
Ifatia suddenly realized it.
Wasn't that her daughter's name?
In an instant, Ifatia seemed to understand everything.
That faintly familiar magic power, that appearance of a girl in her teens, and the heirloom dagger of the Duke's Family on the floor.
Ifatia felt stars swimming before her eyes.
"G-Goddess of Fate, this is all my fault... I shouldn't have abandoned my child... She's become a bad girl..."
Ifatia couldn't accept reality and collapsed onto the floor.
"Ifat! Ifat!"
The Ice Witch hurriedly knelt down to examine Ifatia.
Fortunately, Ifatia had merely fainted from mental fatigue caused by a suspected illness she had only recently recovered from, prolonged