The figure who picked Emilia up from the sand also had long golden hair. She let out a soft sigh, touched the back of Emilia's right hand, and activated the emerald leaf pattern there, allowing the World Tree's power to protect her for the time being.
When she tried to carry Emilia onward, she noticed the familiar Moon Mark glowing on the back of her left hand. But the mark gradually faded as it helped the elf resist the power of the surrounding environment, making her sigh again.
Emilia did not know how long she had been unconscious. When she opened her eyes, there was no sound of wind around her, only the crackling of burning flames. The pain in her head had vanished. The Moon Mark on her left hand had exhausted all its power and completely dissipated, while the warmth in her right hand still helped her resist the malice of the entire world.
What she saw upon opening her eyes was a disgusting ceiling mottled with mold. Only after sitting up and looking around did she realize she was lying on a sofa covered in white cloth. A fire burned in the worn-out fireplace before her, and aside from that, there was no other source of light in the room.
This ruined living room looked as though no one had lived in it for centuries. The floor was covered in filth and moss, all the windows had been nailed shut with wooden boards, and as she struggled up from the sofa, her shadow swayed across the dirty walls.
Yet Emilia felt that this completely abandoned-looking house seemed somewhat familiar. If the floors and walls were cleaned, furniture purchased, the boarded windows opened, and those tightly shut doors replaced, then this place—
"This is 6 Saint Derain Square,