บท 347: Agony And Cruality

Back to the present.

In the room, Silja was sitting across from Abrielle. Her eyes were glued to the woman. Silja was listening to the whole story attentively.

Abrielle's eyes were looking at the oil lamp on the opposite wall. Her eyes seem to be lost in the memories of the past.

"You are…"...you are a cousin of Kruel….' Abrielle's lips trembled as she couldn't say the last words.

Abrielle looked at Silja with widened eyes. They had thought about the possibility that maybe Silja is related to Kruel and his family somehow but never in the world anyone had guessed that they are related this closely. While Abrielle was lost in her own loop of thoughts Silja was in her own world. She tried to picture her mother as a little girl as Abrielle described her.

She had seen her mother as an adult in her dreams who looked so much like herself. 

"Alora Monvoisin," the name rolled on Silja's tongue.