Back at Vaner's mansion, Mia sat anxiously on the bed.
'I know that it was better if I don't expose myself for an attack,' she told herself for the nth time in short succession, her eyes moving towards the window, longing written deeply in them.
'But still, I can't help but get anxious,' she thought, lowering her eyes back on her knees.
It was already a long while since Arthur left for the party. Or rather, it was already a long while since Arthur left for the new kind of battlefield that was, for some mistake, called a party.
'Ever since we met, he was doing his best to shield me from all the dangers, all the trouble,' Mia thought, pulling her knees underneath her chin and wrapping her hands around her legs. 'How can I ever repay him for all that he did for me?' she asked herself the same question that constantly plagued her mind, day after day.