Chapter 59
Chapter 59
Within the Beowulf Estate’s communal cemetery, blanketed in a thick layer of snow, someone was diligently polishing a tombstone.
Swish. Swish.
“Mom, it’s been a while since I visited.”
It was Lorena.
Years had passed since she ran away from home, and though she hadn’t visited for a long time, the tombstone was spotless, as if someone had been taking care of it.
There was no need to clean it, but Lorena meticulously wiped the stone.
“I hope you’re not mad I haven’t come by. I’ve been so busy, I just couldn’t find the time. But I’ve been working really hard. So please, don’t be mad, just watch over me.”
She murmured as she rubbed the tombstone with a cloth, as if conversing with her mother.
“Ah, but did you know? I’ve met someone as remarkable as brother. He’s joined our clan, and though he’s my age, he’s already a fifth-class knight and can even use magic.”
Lorena, usually not one to talk much, found herself spilling words like a burst dam.
Swish. Swish.