Chapter 8: Wrong news
"Grandma?!" A certain silver-haired girl rushed inside her house, her face paler than usual as she didn’t stop by any maid or answer them.
One could sense the panic in her voice or the way she moved.
Her heart was trembling; inside her head, she kept repeating that the report was wrong...that the only person from her family about whom she cared was safe.
"Oh, Rin-" someone was about to greet her, who came right out of the room where she hurriedly entered...and froze.
"Huh?" Her eyes widened, mind failing to register what her eyes were showing to her.
Her grandma was on the bed, holding a cup while staring back at her in shock.
"Rinne? What happened? Why are you here?" She asked, and it was obvious.
Rinne was supposed to be in the academy rather than standing here, hundreds of miles away from the school while looking out of breath.
Rinne collapsed on the ground, panting wildly, ushering the maid and the old woman to rush toward her.
"What happened to you?! Rinne, respond to me?" the older woman shook her, cupping her cheeks.
The silver head finally looked up, her eyes slightly moist before she hugged the woman, and whimpered, "I am glad you are safe...so glad..."