"Going home?" Lizrite was startled by the question and didn't react at first.
Almost half a century had passed, and she had long since considered the Red Dragon encampment in Katjana her home.
After Katjana had fallen, wherever David was, that was her home.
In her memory, her relationship with David perhaps resembled that of siblings who had grown up in the same nest.
Even if there were occasional fond feelings, they would quickly be ruined by David's various 'bastardly behaviors,' until she inexplicably had Octavia...
Uh... for the most part, she still lacked the awareness of being a mother.
Seeing David's expression so grave and serious, Lizrite finally realized he meant her original home.
Fragments of memories, long sealed and forgotten, emerged like dust swirling in an undercurrent.
Perhaps it was because the days she had lived through these years were too smooth and wonderful that the memories now returning were even clearer than those of her youth:
