The Duchess noticed her daughter's furrowed brow.
"You probably don't remember her."
A faint smile crossed her lips.
"The last time the two of you saw each other, you were still a pup." Her mother looked back down at the map. "She moved to the coast because of her stingray husband."
A warmth entered her voice.
"She always told him that one day, when she was no longer needed here, she would return to the sea with him."
'The coast?'
Mirabelle stared at the map spread across the desk.
Then her gaze shifted to the measuring tool her mother had used a moment ago. She roughly estimated the distance.
About nine days of travel.
That meant her grandmother had set out almost immediately after Mirabelle had awakened in this body.
Mirabelle knew that flying Beast males with high cultivation levels — and perhaps even a wind affinity — could travel three or four times faster than someone on foot.
Which meant...
Her mother had planned all of this ever since she ended her hunger strike.
