As Costate continued speaking, her voice gradually lowered.
She noticed Ronald's current expression and quickly realized something after glancing at Coya.
"Wait, sir!"
"Could it be that the sanctuary of the Polar School is located in this Arctic continent?"
"Coya didn't perish with the Cold Wave back then, but was sealed here?"
Costate's guess was entirely correct.
Ronald naturally nodded affirmatively and explained:
"Costate, you're absolutely right."
"In fact, just now I released Ms. Coya from the seal, and the Cold Wave with whom she had a conflict is truly dead."
Costate completely trusted Ronald's judgment.
So, with this simple explanation, the maid walked back to Coya and apologetically lowered her head:
"Ms. Coya, I am very sorry."
"No, no, no, no!" Seeing Costate's actions, the elderly caster was even more agitated. Coya stepped forward and held Costate's hands meant for a courtesy, her voice trembling severely:
"I, I can understand all your choices!"
