"Why are you saying that all of a sudden?"

Viretta, hearing the unexpected words, looked puzzled. Moslin, realizing that she had carelessly muttered a complaint, furrowed her brow and then scoffed.

It was a little embarrassing to speak out loud, but compared to the things these two had done, it wasn't a particularly shameful story.

"If I were born twenty years later, I would have been healthier and could have gotten along better with you all."

"Now you sound like you’re being considerate and trying to save face."@@novelbin@@

"What? I am saving face."

"Huh? What’s that?"

Ranken and Saffron, who had been riding, turned around with incredulous expressions. Moslin shot a small bolt of lightning between them.

The small bolt, like static electricity, made a mess of Ranken and Saffron’s hair.

"I'm not some young fool who would get caught up in joy and laughter with kids like you."

Moslin didn’t regret not marrying or having children.

Sometimes she felt lonely when she found herself alone, but it was easy to imagine that things wouldn't have turned out well even if she had married.

She was someone who didn't fit with settling down.

Over fifty years had passed, and now even her small daily stubbornness couldn’t be bent.

"When I look at you, I just think that I must have wanted a friend to do something foolish with, like this."

But she deeply regretted not having anyone to do crazy things with.

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