"Huff…."
On the balcony of the Segyal Household, a woman stood, leaning against the railing.
Her long platinum hair fell behind her like waves of rivers that attuned her face more.
The lifeless grey eyes of hers remained on the golden tree of the Segyal's first head.
"It's been a while," Esmeray whispered softly, staring at it.
She still remembered her childhood when she used to roam around the tree.
Being one of the main family members of the fallen angel, Esmeray had all the freedom in the world.
And she used her freedom to roam all around Akasha and Lumina.
She took and absorbed whatever knowledge she got for a long time.
Had it not been her first awakening that killed her personal maid who was like a sister to her…..
….Maybe she would have lived a life of an explorer.
The wind brushed against her face, gentle but cold, like a ghost that hadn't let go.
Despite giving away all her emotions, Esmeray still felt uncomfortable with the past.
