Upon hearing Franka's words, Eve's purple crystal eyes slightly deepened.
She put down the teacup in her hand, shifted her gaze away from Franka, and instead stared at the green leaves swaying in the gentle breeze outside the window.
"Franka..."
Eve's voice was soft, as gentle as a feather gliding over the water:
"You have never been just a follower. At least, to me, you are not."
Franka's body trembled slightly.
She did not respond but lowered her head.
However, Ron keenly noticed that the half-dragon maid's tightly clenched hands had gradually relaxed.
"When I was a child, whenever I was in agony due to the 'Demon Devouring' symptoms, you were always by my side."
Eve continued, her voice filled with gentle memories:
"You would sing those ancient lullabies to coax me to sleep and secretly prepare herbal teas to ease my pain..."
She turned her head, her purple eyes gazing directly at Franka:
