บท 78: Sister

Far off in the distance was a woman with beautiful rose pink hair, her eyes glowed beautifully, while her striking face adored by countless many--often so her anchor mates.

Satrya continued to peer at the image of her younger sister, then contemplated a while. Things seem to be developing much faster than before.

Sigh, mother is busy, her main husband is busy and her children and few siblings are being irritating.

Having so much work irritated Satrya, but new Grandros and Gyros have appeared four of her siblings had already died, including a brother. Luckily, the other three are safe.

Satrya hid her true thoughts, recovered after discovering something, then spoke in a somewhat excited tone.

"Two sisters have been reborn at the same time. One is two also known as a little breeze and wind. While the other is presently seventeen, a name once before used in song among those people on the island the last few pods had adored."