Akejan's sheathed sword hummed uneasily. His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he stared at the scene unfolding before him, one that completely upended everything he knew.
An aura of scorching heat wrapped around Theresia, distorting the space and making her figure flicker indistinctly amid the ash and firelight.
"Are... are... are you still Little Theresia?"
Chapter 398