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We dressed in silence. Each with their own thoughts. And by looking at Miguel's distraught face I can get the idea that his thoughts are even more chaotic than mine.

Was your mother a Servant of the Goddess?

How is this possible?

That's not possible.

It is not.

He is mistaken...

You have to be mistaken.

We returned together to the tower through the front door. We go side by side, but still in silence.

I need to talk to Arina.

Sleep plans were cancelled. There is no possibility of sleeping a wink with this new information before us.

Azerai is near the kitchen door, talking to the Iberii. He looks at us and his gold eyes narrow in irritation, but he doesn't say anything. Miguel makes a gesture with his face and he moves away from the guards.

I don't look back.

I push open the kitchen door and call for Arina.

She's at the sink, washing the pots and dishes from dinner, and when she looks up and sees me, her relaxed expression cools.

- And now? — he asks softly.

Before I can speak the door