"Gwivelle."
Amid the noisy surroundings, Gwivelle heard someone calling her name, a voice so familiar, impossible to forget.
Gwivelle turned her head to look.
She saw a somewhat haggard woman standing in the crowd, looking at her.
"Mom!"
Gwivelle waved her slender arms vigorously at the woman, her face alight with joy.
Seeing her eldest daughter's lively demeanor, Sima Nova's face also showed a kindly expression, and she nodded slightly at Gwivelle.
She had no particular agenda, just happened upon Gwivelle darting through the crowd and so she called out to her.
Indeed, her daughter had not been possessed by the Devil.
Otherwise, how could the benevolent and generous Lord have brought her out from the deep mountains, and even appointed her as a Chamberlain?
It was an enormous blessing and honor.
