Luciella's pain is unknown to anyone.
But the one who orchestrated this chaos could certainly guess.
And some bystanders, who were well aware, were also happily watching.
Even Gaia herself could speculate a bit... Although she still couldn't guess how much her schemes had been exposed, at least she understood that Luciella was inevitably the focus of the Undead Tribe's pursuit.
But she couldn't give up this one usable avatar unless she could create a new son right under those watching eyes.
Yet now, she couldn't even step out of the grand estate of the Ishmael Household.
Some well-informed members of the Great Nobility in the Danboro Capital knew a bit of the situation... After all, since some time ago, the famous aerial garden of Great Sage Ismael had been shrouded in endless white fog and was no longer traceable.
The servants in the manor weren't all thrown out, but the only master left was that well-known lady.
