"Elder Sister, what are you talking about?"
Angelina hurried into the sunlight beside Leisha. She wiped away her tears and took Leisha's hand. Angelina felt as though her sister were gravely ill, so weak that even the light of her soul was about to go out.
She wanted to say that they should find the person who seemed capable of solving every problem to treat her, but Angelina had already forgotten who that omnipotent person in her memories was.
"I-I'll definitely find a way to treat you, Elder Sister. Don't say things like that now. We've worked so hard for so long. Wait for me. Once Delarion's army occupies Kasonlik's last stretch of territory, I'll have them turn the Old Continent upside down if I have to. I'll find a way."
As Angelina spoke, tears began flowing again. She still did not know what she was saying; those words had merely slipped out by instinct. She only vaguely sensed that she had to do everything she could to keep the most important family member in her life from leaving.
Pale-faced, Leisha struggled to raise her hand and stroke her hair, then gently shook her head with difficulty.
"These past years have truly been hard on you, Angelina."
"Elder Sister, don't say that. Give me a little more time. I definitely, definitely will find—"
Leisha embraced her sister, whose tears could no longer be controlled. Angelina could no longer endure it and finally began to sob.
"I know you have always been a strong girl. Perhaps even stronger than I am."
Leisha continued speaking through her sister's sobs. Angelina was crying so hard from unbearable grief that she was nearly fainting, and so she failed to hear what came next. Angelina Cavendish had never been this sad in her life. Even