Reward

After the battle at Akraba, Enya drew the holy sword for the first time in a long while.

She managed to break free from Tarmin's teasing embrace, taking the sword in one hand and Sigona's hand in the other.

She closed her eyes and began to pray, as if meditating.

According to her, Sigona was under mental manipulation using divine power—a sort of hypnosis.

A short while later, a faint glow shone from the holy sword. Just as Tarmin thought the light seemed to be flowing toward Sigona's body,

Sigona slowly opened her eyes.

The light of dawn made her clear, lovely face glow white.

“U-um…? Sister…?”

“Sigona!”

Enya beamed, rushed over, and flung her arms around Sigona; the holy sword fell to the floor with a sharp clatter...