Shard squinted, watching that boat under the moonlight finally shrink into an indistinct black dot, but then the dot turned back, returning against the direction of the countless Spirits quietly gliding forward on the water's surface.
On the returning little boat sat a soul whose figure was clearly that of an adult, and the boat itself seemed to be draped in a layer of moonlight.
Only when that little boat came closer did Shard see that the person sitting on it was the Fourth Generation's youngest daughter, the one who had once hidden in that lavender field—Maria Edwards.
But it was not that the soul's return had chosen the wrong person; the tiny figure held in the arms of that mature lady was the true target this time. Laster Edwards' soul was in a deep sleep, lying silent in the arms of his younger brother's granddaughter.
