Mian Crestani 

Violence, death, whipping, choking, eye gouging, child abuse, tree based body horror, matricide

Confidential.

This is a report on the murder that occurred on the grounds of the “Crestani family.”

The murder of the Crestani family and 12 servants appears to have taken place between dawn and the early morning hours of the said period.
The first person to discover the bodies was the eldest daughter, who was being raised to become the next Sibyl.

According to testimony, when she discovered a band of thieves stealing into the Crestani residence, she called for help from her mother, Lady Miriella. The thieves then encountered Lady Miliera.
The thieves attempted to flee after killing Lady Miriella, and killed the Crestani family, including the head of the family, and 12 servants.
Lady Miriella’s body was particularly badly damaged. A pocket knife for self-defense was found next to her, suggesting that she fought back violently to protect her eldest daughter.
The eldest daughter has lost her memory of the incident due to the shock. She is currently unable to provide any further testimony.

The puzzling aspect is that no signs of the bandits’ entry have been found, and parts of the mansion, such as the roof and windows, have been damaged.
From now on, we will continue to investigate the site.

Update

This investigation is concluded upon request by the Ptelea family, who serve as the eldest child’s guardians, citing the upcoming Sibyl inheritance coronation ceremony.

Update

This report is classified as confidential information. Access is strictly prohibited to anyone other than those with executive-level authority.

Luthra thrived as the continent’s largest religious nation, with the Aterima faith as its supreme teaching.
Protecting it were the Earth Elemental, who had the power to heal and give peace to the land, and the Sibyl, who housed it in her body and served as its vessel.
In Luthra, Sibyls were revered as Saints of the Aterima faith, and for generations they have guided the people with their wise judgment and vast knowledge.
Whether the Sibyls themselves had their way with it or not…

–The Ptelea family.
A noble and distinguished lineage within Luthra, having produced generations of Earth Sibyls and, by extension, leaders of the Atelima faith.
Naturally, they were well known among the nobles, and there was not a single citizen who did not know their name.

Among the Ptelea family, the eldest daughter, Miriella, was the one who carried on the family’s bloodline.
She was a beautiful girl who had displayed exceptional talent since she was a child.
Her beautiful blonde hair swayed in the slightest breeze
Her eyes were so clear, so deep they created the illusion of being drawn in.
And she was gentle in her manners, treating everyone equally.
Everyone admired Miriella and called out to her to make their presence known, even if just a little.
Her figure, surrounded by crowds and cheered along her path, had become a familiar sight in the city.

“Miriella, you look great today!”
“Thank you. You look great too.”

“Your outfit really suits you…”
“Hehe, I’m honored to receive a compliment. But I’ve been wearing it for a while now, so I’m a bit embarrassed when people compliment me so much.”

“Lady Miriella, I followed your advice and confessed my feelings to him… and he accepted them!”
“Oh, what wonderful news! I was worried about it!”

Everyone recognized Miriella as a beautiful and talented woman, but she never showed off, which was another reason why people loved her.
Her intelligent, gentle demeanor seemed to embody peace itself. It would not be an exaggeration to call her a Saint.
Everyone believed without a doubt that Miriella would be chosen as the next Sibyl.

However… Miriella was not chosen as a candidate.
Despite her beauty and talent, her potential was never discovered, and with each passing moment, she steadily grew into an adult.
The Elemental sought a virgin girl as its vessel. For Miriella, growth was synonymous with missed chance.
The fact that Miriella was not chosen caused repercussions not only for her but also for the Ptelea family.
What if she didn’t become a Sibyl?
What if someone from another family was chosen instead?

–The Ptelea family’s reputation would be tarnished.

The Ptelea family had been producing Sibyls with no issue up until now, so they were overcome with anxiety.
The wise Miriella couldn’t help but notice this turmoil.
In stark contrast, when her relatives questioned her potential, Miriella bit her lip and pretended not to hear.
The bitter reality of not being chosen was something Miriella herself felt more keenly than anyone else.

In preparation for the ceremony to select the next Sibyl, the Ptelea family forced Miriella to undergo further education.
The training was so strict and harsh that she was deprived of all freedom. She did not even get enough sleep, and was met with cold stares from her family.
Miriella endured bravely, but her spirit was steadily being worn down…

Despite her painstaking efforts, the day Miriella was chosen as a Sibyl never came.
She devoted almost her entire youth to training to become one.
As she began to realize that her dream would no longer come true, her heart gradually became empty.
The Ptelea family’s interest in her also waned, and now she was treated as nothing more than a thing of the past.
Then, a small turning point came for her.

“Miriella, you have a marriage proposal.”
“A marriage…? I’m not ready for that yet…”
“You couldn’t become a Sibyl, at least don’t miss out on marriage. It would be a shame.”
“Yes… I understand…”

Miriella was married off through an arranged marriage that felt almost forced, since anyone who could not become a Sibyl was cast aside.
Said marriage was with someone from the Crestani family, a prestigious family that rivals the Ptelea family in producing Sibyls.
Miriella was disgusted that even if she left the Ptelea family, she would not be able to escape her Sibyl-centered purgatory.

“Unable to become a Sibyl, swept into marriage, I’ll probably just live out this empty life…”

Having given up on everything, Miriella lost her will to cling to life.
Being a wife in the Crestani family was the bare minimum for her duty. She thought that if she could fulfill that, she would be free to end her life at any time.

–However, a certain event caused Miriella to completely change her listless outlook on life.
That was when she was blessed with a baby girl.
This tiny treasure was more than enough to heal Miriella’s wounded heart.

A few years passed after the birth of Miriella’s daughter, Mian.
Perhaps the inherited bloodline blossomed strongly, as Mian was chosen as a future Sibyl candidate despite her young age.
It was rare in their long history for someone to be recognized so early, and the Ptelea family suddenly turned their praise toward Miriella.
While Miriella despised the behavior of her family, she was truly happy that her daughter had been chosen.
As she grew up, her daughter became the spitting image of her.
And when Mian was praised, it felt as if Miriella herself was being recognized.

Near their house stood an elm tree.
Swinging gently on a swing hanging from a large branch and cradling her daughter, Miriella spoke in a slow, gentle voice.

“Hey, Mian. You’re amazing. You might become a Sibyl in the future.”
“Sibyl?”
“That’s right… I couldn’t become a Sibyl. But you have the potential.”
“Will Mommy be happy if I become a Sibyl?”
“Yes. I’ll be very happy.”
“Then I’ll become a Sibyl! If Mommy is happy, then I’ll be happy too!”
“Really? Are you going to give up halfway through?”
“I won’t! I promise!”
“Good. Then, it’s a promise.”
“Yeah, promise!!”

As Mian was chosen as a Sibyl candidate so early, it was not unlikely that she would have officially taken up the position in the future.
And now, with a face that looked just like her mother, she declared, “I’ll become a Sibyl.”
Miriella decides to entrust her old dream to her daughter.

Miriella had given up on her dream, and for a time she hated even hearing the word Sibyl.
But then a small flame ignited within her cold heart.
The dream she had once so desperately craved might come true. The rekindled flame in her heart grew visibly larger by the moment.
No one could extinguish that fire now.

Unaware of her mother’s change of heart, Mian decided to pursue her dream, wanting only to see her mother smile, and gave Miriella an innocent smile.
How much tragedy would this promise between mother and daughter bring about in the future?
The girl had no way of knowing.

“Miaaan! Let’s play!”

A cheerful voice called out towards the second floor window where Mian was.
Edain, Mian’s childhood friend and son of a branch of the Crestani family, has become her best friend, partly because they were close in age.
Edain treated Mian like a younger sister, acting like an older brother while remaining kind.
In contrast, Mian, who did not have an older brother, adored him and became attached to him.
The two spent their days laughing innocently, running through the forest where sunlight sparkled through the trees.

“Mommy, I’m home!”
“Welcome back, Mian… oh, you’re covered in mud!”
“Hehe… I was running with Edain and ended up like this.”

Despite resembling her mother in appearance, Mian had grown into quite a tomboy, and her expensive noble attire was now stained with mud.
Seeing Mian like that, Miriella spoke with exasperation.

“My, I wonder who you took after. And Most Importantly! I told you to call me Mother, not Mommy, didn’t I?”
“Yes!”
“You only play rascal games… if you keep going like this, you’ll never become a Sibyl.”
“What, Sibyls can’t run around? Then I won’t become one.”

Miriella herself had been frail as a child, so she didn’t view Mian’s tomboyish nature as a bad thing.
She actually found her boundless energy rather delightful.
So… it was meant to be just a lighthearted, teasing warning, in a casual conversation between parent and child.
But that exchange became the catalyst that cast a shadow over Miriella’s heart.

“What did you just say…?”
“Eh…?”
“Say it again.”
“If Sibyls can’t run around… then I won’t become one…”

You won’t become a Sibyl? Did my daughter… just say that…?
Not way… that’s impossible…
If she doesn’t become a Sibyl, then where will we belong…
No… what will be the value of my existence…?
No.
That’s not okay.
No, no, no, no, no no, no no.
Absolutely not.

“YOU CAN’T!!”

Trembling with rage, Miriella cried out with her brows furrowed and her pupils dilated.
Mian was shocked and wide-eyed at that sight of her kind mother. It was something she had never seen before.
Seeing her daughter’s expression, Miriella quickly regained her composure and spoke to her in a soothing tone.

“… Mian. It is your destiny to become the Earth Sibyl. So you must not say things like that again.”
“Yes… I’m sorry…”

Mian was relieved to see her mother’s usual gentle expression return, but the sudden change in her behavior from earlier was burned into her mind.
What on earth was that?
Mian would come to understand its meaning soon after, triggered by the curfew immediately imposed by Miriella.

This was just the beginning.
Miriella’s excessive love would soon turn into madness.
For the sake of a single wish.

Day 7, Month of the Dragon, Year 13XX (sunny)

Back then, I madly dreamed of becoming a Sibyl.
Now my daughter is about to fulfill that dream.
Perhaps thing might be… God’s will.

But she said, “I won’t become a Sibyl”…
Just remembering it makes my hand tremble as I write.
I’ve always carefully taught her the wonders of being a Sibyl. How could she blurt out something like that?
…No. Something’s wrong.
She can be a bit too energetic, but she is usually honest and obedient.
She must have some bad influences. It must be that savage child, Edain.
How presumptuous of a child of a branch family to try to befriend the main family’s daughter.

Speaking of presumption, the Ptelea family also tried to bring Mian into their fold, sending stuffed animals and such.
They abandoned me so cruelly, and now they turnaround just because my daughter is a Sibyl candidate.
What a despicable family, worthy of contempt.
That girl is my daughter.
I will never let anyone get in our way.

Miriella herself was always there to give Mian the required training to become a Sibyl.
Just like her daughter, her mother had once honed those skills. It was far too harsh to be called mere education.
Day after day, she was drilled relentlessly in the academics, martial arts, culture, and manners she once mastered.
But no matter how similar their appearances, Mian was not Miriella’s alter ego.
Perhaps she did not inherit her talents, as Mian frequently failed to meet Miriella’s demands.

Why can’t she do it?
Even I could do something so simple.
Does my daughter lack talent?
No, that can’t be!

While repeatedly asking herself these obsessive questions and grinding away at her own spirit, Miriella scolded Mian with bloodshot eyes.

“You think such behavior would be tolerated?! Come on, do it again!! Don’t hesitate!!”
“Yes…”

Mian answered, head bowed, clutching the hem of her skirt.
Every time she made a mistake, her mother, with a demonic expression, would tear at her hair and hurl abuse.
For the still small and young Mian, her mother’s scolding was a terror beyond what others could imagine.
Living like this, day after day, Mian became completely frightened and worn down her heart.

Meanwhile, as Miriella continued to teach Mian, she gradually began to harbor twisted feelings.
She deluded herself into thinking that raising her own flesh and blood, her alter ego, was like starting her life over again.
She compared Mian to the girls from other families who were also candidates, feeling relieved when Mian was better than them and raging like a fiery inferno when she fell short.
This behavior had long since surpassed the role of a mother and was utterly deranged. Yet, within the unique environment of a prestigious family that produces Sibyls, no one dared to condemn her.

–Time passed, and Mian turned 14.
It was late at night, and everyone was asleep. At the edge of the garden within the grounds, Mian and Edain were seen sneaking out of the mansion.

“Happy birthday, Mian!”
“Thank you! I’m happy I can celebrate with you…”
“I wanted to give you flowers, but… I was afraid I’d get caught slipping out.”
“It’s okay. Your words are enough.”

The two of them chatted amicably.
Happy moments passed in a flash, and as the time to return drew near, Mian’s expression clouded slightly.

“Hey, Edain… I wonder if I’ll really be chosen as a Sibyl.”
“You’ll be fine, Mian! Whatever you do, you’re always the best!”
“That’s true, but… if I’m not chosen, Mother…”
“…Mian. If you really can’t believe in yourself, just believe in me.”

With that, Edain hugged Mian.
Mian was startled, but eventually accepted it and hugged him back.
These were harsh days that would have easily caused her to give up.
But Mian was able to endure them because of Edain’s presence.
Their childhood bond as playmates changed little by little as they grew up.
They never said it aloud, but their feelings for each other were mutual.

“Your mother is so strict because she wants you to become a Sibyl, right? She’ll be happy if you are chosen.”
“…Yeah. I’m sure she will. I’ll do my best!”

It was a sweet, pale moment.
The brightness returned to Mian’s expression, which had been on the verge of being crushed by anxiety.
However.
The moonlight lit up her eyes as she watched the two of them from the window.
And in those eyes… there was no light.

Day 24, Month of the Flower, Year 13XX (drizzle)

Day after day, training to become a Sibyl…
It was truly painful, but the young me back then could endure it.
Because I believed that I would become a Sibyl.
But I couldn’t become one.
Why? Why? How could it not be me?
Many times I doubted reality, and even tried to take my own life.
But now it’s different. I have Mian.
I’m sure the reason I couldn’t become a Sibyl was because God misunderstood something.
I’m sure he gave me Mian in return.
She completes the tasks I set for her. But merely completing them isn’t enough.
I need her to work much harder to make my dream come true. She lacks the spirit to climb higher than she is now.
I must discipline her strictly until she understands that.
Until the day she is chosen to be a Sibyl.
…But.
Why couldn’t it have been me?
If she was going to be chosen, I could have been chosen instead.
Why why why why why?
…No. I need to pull myself together.
I’m the only one who can raise that girl properly.

…Still though.
That guy called Edain.
I told him so many times not to get close to Mian, yet he still sneaks around in secret…
Approaching Mian with that stupid face that can’t even hide his lust… how disgusting…!
And she doesn’t realize that, so she lacks the awareness required of someone destined to be a Sibyl.
…Right. I’ve got a good idea.
An idea to spice things up…

Miriella’s education was still brutal, and it was gradually losing all sense of reason.
If Mian made a mistake, she was ordered to do it fifty times over, and this meaningless repetition steadily eroded her sleep.
Miriella also made her daughter repeat the motto “Be more beautiful, be more noble, all to become a wonderful Earth Sibyl” over and over again.
Far more than fifty times.

Become a Sibyl.
Become a Sibyl. Become a Sibyl. Become a Sibyl-
Become a Sibyl… What does it mean…?

As Mian shouted it over and over, the meaning of those words began to slip away.
“Did all the wonderful Sibyls endure such pain?” She only had this question for the first few days.
Now, with eyes that seemed to lose focus, she continued to murmur it mechanically.
But even so, Mian accepted all of Miriella’s unreasonable demands.
Mian had no choice but to do so; the memory of her mother’s sudden, terrifying expression that day had become a trauma she couldn’t forget.
To fulfill her mother’s wishes, this was the only thing she could do, as her child.

One day, Mian completed all her lessons without a single mistake, without being scolded.
This was the first time since Miriella began her education.
Smiling cheerfully, Miriella slowly hugged Mian.
Sometimes Miriella pampered Mian like this.
Her mother’s gentle voice and the sweet scent of her chest.
Each time Mian savored them, the memories of all the painful days vanished somewhere, and she was filled with happiness, tears streaming down her face.
No matter how much she has changed, to Mian, Miriella would have always been her kind mother.
When she was hugged in this way, even the daily harsh abuse was twisted by Mian into mother’s kindness.
It was like a bad medicine, violent… A broken sweetness.

“Just a little longer. Just a little longer until you become the Sibyl for me…”

Miriella murmured as she embraced her.
Mian didn’t quite understand the meaning of her words, but in her mother’s warmth, everything vanished into thin air.

That night…
Having arranged a secret meeting with Edain beforehand, Mian slipped out of the mansion as usual and came to the garden.
Spotting his silhouette bathed in moonlight, she happily ran towards him.

“Edain, Mother praised me today!”

Before Mian could finish, Edain immediately interrupted with an apology.

“I’m sorry. We can’t meet anymore.”
“Eh…? Why?”
“I’m busy with the academy exams. You’ll soon be selected as a Sibyl, won’t you?”
“That’s true, but… this is too sudden. You know how I feel about you, Edain-“
“Don’t bother me! Stop it!”

Edain shouted these words and run off towards his residence.

–A few days before…
Edain fell into Miriella’s sweet trap and offered his body to her.
Miriella was too young to be called a mother, and had a natural beauty.
Though he had initially refused her advances, Edain, driven by his youthful lust, had been coaxed by Miriella and gradually yielded.
After they were done, Miriella spat a curse on Edain.

“I wonder what Mian would think if she found out about this…”

Staring into eyes filled with madness, Edain had succumbed to his mistake of giving in to lust. But he could say nothing in reply and had no choice but to obey those words…

After being suddenly rejected by Edain, Mian was stunned with shock and sadness, but eventually she began to trudge towards the mansion.
Edain’s presence was no small thing to Mian.
The pain of being rejected by someone who was practically her reason for living.
It steadily drove Mian’s mental state toward collapse.
Even so, the hellish daily life continued to assail Mian.
As the day of the Sibyl selection approached, Miriella’s education became more and more extreme. But Mian, having lost her emotional anchor, could not keep up. Day by day, the light faded from her eyes, her cheeks grew hollow, and her expression became vacant.
Her pitiful state only enraged Miriella further, and it soon became commonplace for her to raise her hand.
Not wanting to see the Sibyl’s face scarred, Miriella hit Mian’s back and buttocks with a small whip.
Was Mian in pain?
She continued to endure the punishment without changing her expression.

Day 17, Month of the Snow, Year 13XX (thunderstorm)

She has safely been chosen as the Sibyl.
All that remains is the coronation ceremony for the inheritance.
How long have I been waiting for this day? It’s hard to even recall now.

…And yet.
Why do I feel so utterly unsatisfied?
…No. That’s way too obvious.
It’s because I was the one who should have been chosen to be the Sibyl.
If the current Sibyl hadn’t stolen my life, and if Mian hadn’t existed, I absolutely would have been chosen.
The vessel worthy of leading Luthra as its Sibyl.
I alone possess that potential. Everyone should know that, right?
In first place, it’s unnatural that Mian was chosen.
She’s so incompetent, lacking any virtue worthy of being called a Sibyl vessel.
That’s right… I’m sure the candidates this time were of a low standard… that must be it.
It’s not too late.
I’m the one worthy of being the Sibyl. I’m the only one.
If it weren’t for her, it could have been me.

It could have been me…

It should have been me.

I T S H O U L D H A V E B E E N M E .

If it weren’t for her, I

The ink smudges, and the notes end abruptly here.

On the day of Mian’s 15th birthday, the Crestani family secretly held the Sibyl inheritance ceremony.
No one from the Ptelea family, Miriella’s birth family, was present.
This was because Miriella hated them and did not let them in.

After accepting the Elemental into her body, Mian had lost consciousness, perhaps due to being weakened by the harsh daily life up to that point.
Carried to bed, she lay sleeping soundly.
The only light in the dimly lit bedroom was a small lantern flickering on the side table.
Then, a figure covered the wall.
The figure slowly stroked Mian’s cheek and continued to mutter to herself.

“…I’m worthy… I’m worthy… I’m worthy…”

It was Miriella, Mian’s mother.
Her eyes were vacant, staring at nothing in particular.
Yet they were abnormally bloodshot, darting wildly back and forth.
Miriella was no longer seeing her daughter, Mian.
All that spread before her eyes was the hallucination of a crowd worshiping her as the Sibyl.

Miriella stopped stroking her cheek and slowly undid the ribbon holding her hair.
She wrapped it around Mian’s neck and pulled it tight with all her strength.

“…Ugh!?”

It was the distorted voice of pain of the daughter she’d given birth to.
Unconcerned by the sound, the ribbon dug mercilessly into the flesh of her neck.
The sound of breath escaping her throat echoed intermittently through the room, but soon even that ceased, and Mian’s hands gradually slumped limply.
–And it was at that moment.

Was it Mian’s consciousness or the Elemental that reacted to Miriella’s murderous intent?
Suddenly, Mian’s body emitted a divine light, and branches began to grow from her body one after another with great force.
It was her Sibyl power, activated by refusal and self-defense. However, Mian, who was supposed to be controlling it, was unconscious.
Growing at an extraordinary speed, the branches intertwined into one, becoming a giant tree that shattered the mansion’s roof.
That tree was the elm that had once supported and swayed Mian’s swing.

The branches were still growing from Mian’s body.
One of them pierced Miriella’s body.

“Gahhh…!!”

Miriella vomited a large amount of blood. Even if she escaped this situation, there was no hope of survival.
But the murderous intent that has begun to run forth did not stop.
Even as Miriella was losing consciousness, she pulled out a pocket knife from her clothes and raised it to stab Mian.
But at that moment, another branch extends and pierces Miriella’s face.
The branch entered through her right eyeball, scraping through her brain as it pierced her skull.
Was it Miriella’s heart, or just a physiological reaction?
Her remaining left eye turned towards Mian for a moment, and a single tear flowed from it.

Mother Miriella was utterly dead.
Her hair and clothes were filthy, clotted with her own blood.
Her disfigured face could be interpreted as either fear of death or driven by desire.
There was no trace of the beautiful, intelligent woman she once was.
That gentle mother was nowhere to be seen.

–The next day…
Despite being rejected by Miriella, several members of the Ptelea family, determined to maintain their reputation as a noble family, visited the Crestani family to check on Mian.

“W-What is this disaster…!?”
“What the… no… it can’t be…”

The trees that had grown to fill the mansion were nowhere to be seen.
In their place were a pile of the corpses of the entire Crestani family, including Mian’s father, and several servants.
Only Mian’s naked, unconscious body remained.

“Mian is safe…I didn’t think that was the case, but it’s highly likely that the power of the Elemental went out of control…The Crestani family should have been well aware of the dangers of a Sibyl’s power…Why did they let this happen…”
“The cause doesn’t matter. The most important thing right now is Mian…”

Immediately after she was appointed Sibyl, a rampage incident happened.
If this fact became public knowledge, Mian would have been dragged down from her position.
It would have clearly tarnished not only the Crestani family, but also the Ptelea family name.
The Ptelea family messenger held her head.
Mian, who had been unconscious, woke up.

“Uh… uh…”
“Oh! You’re awake, Mian! How are you feeling?”
“Yes… I’m fine…”
“That’s a stroke of luck! What on earth happened last night?”
“Last night…? No… I can’t remember anything…”

Her powers had gone out of control, and the muddled memories of past Sibyls were clinging to the Elemental.
Reasons varied, but Mian’s memory was completely devoid of any recollection other than knowledge.
Whether by chance or not, the memories she lost were only those from when her mother began her harsh training until now.

“Mommy…? Where’s Mommy?”
“Well… your mother is…”

Having lost her family, Mian was taken in by the Ptelea family.
The Ptelea family announced that the incident that day was an attack by a band of thieves targeting nobles.
Naturally, there were many points that seemed unnatural for a robbery, but they covered up the truth with large bribes.
Soon, with Mian now in their grasp, the Ptelea family began to regain their glory as a noble house.

–The day of the national coronation ceremony arrived.
From Mian’s perspective, it was as if she had suddenly lost both parents without knowing why.
Her grief was immeasurable, but she also had the innate strength to overcome it.
Clutching the pocket knife her mother had left as her only keepsake, Mian closed her eyes as if praying.

“Mommy, I’ve made your dream come true.”

Muttering this softly, Mian walked steadily towards the balcony, as cheers erupted below…

To Mother

I kept our promise.
I successfully inherited the Elemental, and from today I am the Sibyl of Luthra.
I heard this dream came true thanks to your diligent education.
So, from now on, my life as a Sibyl won’t just be mine.
It will also be yours.
I will fulfill my duty as a worthy Earth Sibyl, doing it for you too.
This is our new promise.

But… Honestly, I feel lonely.
I can’t believe I won’t be able to hear your gentle voice anymore…

But I can’t keep moping around forever.
The Ptelea family has been nice to me, and my childhood friend, Edain, is also there.
I don’t remember, but I heard Edain has always been by my side, encouraging me.
So I can do my best.
I’ll become the proud Sibyl you raised me to be.
Watch over me, Mother.

P.S.
After the coronation ceremony, I have officially been given the name of the Elemental.
It’s still a little hard to get used to, but I’m filled with pride.

From Mian Telseuras