[Head Base of the Three Gods Church]
[Kandam Continent]
Nymeria placed a tray filled with cookies and tea on the table and stepped back.
Her long, beautiful hair fell freely behind her as she clasped her hands behind her back.
She squeezed them tightly, feeling a rush of anxiety build inside her.
A long, pale hand picked up a cookie, took a bite, then placed it down.
Then a pair of emotionless grey eyes shifted toward Nymeria.
"Is this what you are feeding my son?" Esmeray asked coldly. "Even a dog's food is better than this."
Nymeria opened her mouth but had no words to reply.
"Are you here to criticize her cooking?" another voice chimed in.
Esmeray turned her head toward the young elf woman sitting opposite her.
Christina gave her a cold smile. "And since when you started feeling concerned about Azariah?"
Esmeray leaned back, chin resting elegantly against her hand.
"Do I need to make you understand who truly cares for him?" she asked, staring at her.
