"Hmm..."
Yana struggled to open her eyes. A simple wooden canopy caught her gaze, bringing a familiar scene and a hint of daze to her expression.
"When we were young, the people in the Holy Hall built this place for us to live in. I've never forgotten it."
A gentle, calming voice sounded beside her ear.
"They weren't sure if we could adapt to the Bloodline of Pale Wings, so the dwelling was very simple. Only after we moved to the training ground at the age of seven did the environment improve."
"You remember, don't you?"
Yana propped herself up and looked toward the woman not far away.
The woman had beautiful blonde hair, delicate features, smooth skin, and sparkling eyes.
This was a woman impeccable in appearance, figure, and even strength.
Next to her, there lay a pitch-black Great Sword.
"It's you."
Yana's expression was complex.
"Sister Milia."
