The Herrscher of the Void struggled in the chains, her strength growing weaker and weaker until she finally calmed down. Before losing consciousness, tears slid from the corners of her eyes, reflecting a magnificent glow as though they would turn into gemstone crystals the moment they fell.
"Sleep, child."
Theresa's tone remained unimaginably gentle, as if they were nestled in a warm cradle.
In Hemo's eyes, the Herrscher of the Void curled into a ball with her head resting on Theresa's lap. Her furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and her breathing steadily evened out, like a sleeping kitten.
Her majesty had vanished without a trace.
Hemo felt an indescribable sense of relief. Somehow, strength returned to her exhausted body, and she quietly walked over to Theresa's side.
Hemo softly asked, "Is it over?"
"Kiana is a strong girl. I choose to believe in her."
Theresa answered softly as well. The wind flowed past, and it seemed as though pure little flowers were blooming between the gaps in her voice.
What a waste if she didn't become an idol.
"Shh."
Theresa's gaze turned solemn as she reached out and smoothed Kiana's fallen bangs.
Standing before her, Hemo felt unusually ashamed of herself.
When her niece had suffered such a calamity, Theresa had pursued her across two worlds for an unknown length of time, using the cruelest chains and the gentlest words and movements to bring her niece back. Now, her niece was lying safely in her arms.
Compared to that...
"Where's Yae Sakura?"
"She's outside, reining in her power. If she came in recklessly, you'd all freeze to death in an instant."
At the mention of Yae Sakura, Theresa's tone seemed to soften somewhat. It was no longer as sharp and confrontational as before. What exactly had happened outside was enough to