Not Her Level....

"No, it's not that...your mask..."

"What?..." Mikaela felt her face and realize the mask that has been on her face since she left the Amara clan has finally fallen off.

Rushing to the wall mirror, Mika examined her face and the gash her dear sister Lula gave her was practically gone.

"Hmm..." It healed extremely well, there is only a faint line where the cut used to be.

If one doesn't know or look too closely, they would never know that a long gash covered half her face.

Turning back to a crying Saavi, Mika sat to have her breakfast.

"Now if only I didn't have these dark bags under my eyes, my face would look how it used to..."

Thinking Mika was blaming her for her sleepless night, Saavi bowed head in shame.

"Young miss, I'm sorry. I don't know why I drank so much yesterday..."

With a raging headache, Mika couldn't take much of Saavi's constant apologies.

"Saavi...Saavi, it's okay the only one you hurt was General Gilwenys." Well, his pride mostly...