Inside the Soul Society—
"
The smiling fairy's greeting was abruptly severed by a sharp swoosh.
Morgana's soul manifestation strode straight past her, as though the fairy did not exist at all. Without slowing, she raised her hand and made a precise gesture, instantly calling up the message interface. Lines of light unfolded before her eyes as she scrolled downward at high speed, skimming past dozens of familiar names—commanders, academicians, nobles—until a single name made her stop.
Human.
Her finger paused for the briefest moment before pressing the message.
"
"…Your Majesty?"
The moment Robin's smiling face appeared, Morgana felt her chest tighten, as if invisible fingers had closed around her heart.
She had contacted him in the midst of a looming disaster, fully expecting anger—shouting, harsh words, perhaps even a cold rebuke. Yet instead of fury, what greeted her was calm. Too much calm.
