In another part of the forest.
Selena, having finished reading the letter, looked down at her mother's bracelet in her hand and couldn't help but grip it tightly.
Maybe it was frustration, maybe regret, she didn't know. She only knew that the brother she'd given up for dead all this time had been alive.
Kept as a servant, mistreated in that manor, a manor that no longer existed.
Naturally, she understood the odds he was still alive now were basically zero. Almost no one had survived. In fact, not just the manor but half the city had been razed, a third of the population dead in that incident, an incident that had started from the manor itself.
So what were the chances her brother had made it out?
She knew the answer to that question, and knowing it only made her feel sadder and more frustrated.
"If only... if only I'd tried harder to look into it," she murmured, her voice lifeless, hollow.
