"So…" Seraphine raised an eyebrow as she took a cup of tea. She fell silent, her eyes closing slightly. Her gaze shifted to Arthur, who was sitting in a chair at the same table where Emilia, Elizabeth, and Brynthia were seated.
Arthur set the cup aside and raised his hands."I'm not to blame for anything!" —This time, he really hadn't done anything. He was completely innocent. He was just a spectator!
Seraphine sighed to herself."Relax, I'm not blaming you."She had already understood what had happened after hearing the explanation. Then, she looked at the wooden box that was sitting right on the table, in front of her. The prismatic sacred energy emanating from that small fragment was insane. It was trying to escape, as if it wanted to run toward where Arthur was. Seraphine gently moved her hand, and the box slowly opened.
