"Mama~Mama~Mama~Papa~Papa~Mama~Papa~Mama~"
The cute little butterfly chirped in an innocent, childish tone, its tiny wings fluttering as it swirled joyfully around Maelona. She stood there, stiff and awkward, her eyes shifting toward the others, unable to process what she had just heard.
She almost killed Aether?
What?
Her mind struggled to grasp the reality of the situation.
She couldn't believe what had just happened.
The last thing she clearly remembered was drinking the potion… and then? Nothing.
Her mind had gone completely blank, like a missing page in a book. No matter how hard she tried to recall, it was just an empty void. All she knew was that she had felt trapped—locked away somewhere, as if she had been forcibly restrained.
Aria narrowed her eyes, her brows slightly furrowing, as if she was trying to make sense of what she was seeing... a little butterfly calling her husband 'Papa' and her mother 'Mama'?
What the fuck?
