"It was also on the night she passed away that your grandfather finally revealed some things to me," the old King continued.
"However, neither I nor you children inherited her Siren Magic Power.
"Though she never denied her species, I never saw her in her Siren form.
"So if you hadn't successfully awakened, I might never have believed what your grandfather told me back then."
Recalling the sigh-like bitter smile of his father, the Seventh Prince's expression also grew heavy.
"He said that despite never showing a smile, she deeply loved her husband and her children.
"—So she kept all her Nightmares locked within her heart, until she carried them to the grave."
Eroded dreams, springboards, Nightmares in the heart of a Siren...
Clues intertwined in the Seventh Prince's mind. Although the sun was shining brightly outside and lively noises came from afar, he couldn't help but shiver.
