Chapter 991: Caught
The little blue girl hesitantly floated down to where Serika knelt on the ground with a pool of tears gathering beneath her.
Delicately, she extended a tiny hand, her fingers trembling, and patted Serika’s vivid crimson hair.
"W-Why are you sad?" she asked in the softest of voices. Her wings fluttered in nervous motions, and her large sapphire eyes shimmered with innocent concern. "Did I do something wrong?"
Serika sniffled, then laughed gently, wiping her cheeks. "No... I’m not sad," she whispered, placing a finger over the girl’s hand. "I’m happy. So, so happy."
The blue girl blinked up at her in confusion.
"The human Lysandra... she lived a life far too heavy for her heart," Serika explained. "She made many cruel choices that wounded others, and in turn, herself. She died a very burdened person. That pain would’ve stayed with her forever, if she had lived on."
She looked at the fairy with nothing but joy and familial love in her gaze. "But you... you’re her soul, reborn into something new. A second chance. A clean start. She wouldn’t have wanted it any other way."
The little fairy tilted her head. "So... does that mean I’m her? Am I... Lysandra?" Her voice was almost fearful. "Is that my name?"
Serika didn’t answer right away. Instead, her teary gaze drifted to her father.
Rykar, who hadn’t shed a tear, still looked visibly moved. His gaze was deep, but his expression calm, gentle. He gave the smallest of nods, as if to say: Whatever you choose, I will support it.
Then Serika looked at Quinlan.
He met her eyes and shook his head. "I don’t feel justified naming her."