Javer's Iron and Justice (4)

A memory from long ago.

Though it had grown distant with the passage of time, the scene remained vivid in her memory.

And a moment and a voice that the girl would carry in one corner of her life forever.

-Javer.

It was the gentle voice of an old woman.

The person who had taken her in.

The person who had broadened her world and shown her a farther sky.

Thus, her memories of the old woman mostly remained like bouquets of flowers.

‘Mother.’

Because she had been that beautiful...