When the golden light faded and the warm touch on her forehead disappeared, Mira felt a slight sense of reluctance.
Cain saw Mira staring blankly at him, seemingly unaware that her right hand had recovered, so he pointed at it to remind her. "Look."
Mira lowered her head and saw that her right arm was no longer as ugly and repulsive as before. It had returned to the same normal arm it once was.
Though it was not fair and tender, nor was its skin smooth as jade. Instead, it was somewhat rough, with calluses from frequent labor.
But it was her own arm. For a moment, Mira was so overwhelmed that she did not know what to do, and tears silently streamed from her eyes.
Seeing Mira's arm restored, Lisanna and Elfman danced with joy. "That's great! Big Sister is back to normal! That's great!"
As they shouted, the three of them could not help but embrace each other and cry.
Cain and Erza watched the scene before them with heartfelt relief.
After the three had calmed down a little, Erza stepped forward and asked, "What are you planning to do next?"
Erza's question made Mira fall silent. Even if she stayed in the village, things could never go back to how they were.
And it was impossible to say that she did not hate the people in the village.
But if she left, where could she take her younger brother and sister? Mira felt lost for a moment.
"If you haven't decided yet, would you like to come to our guild?"
Cain stepped forward, extended a hand to Mira, and smiled.
Just then, a ray of sunlight shone through the broken window. In Mira's eyes, Cain seemed to be radiating dazzling Radiance.
A strange feeling quietly spread through