Seeking The Help of Two Hundred and Five

"And what about my master? Is she alright?" she asked again, trying to make sure her master is fine.

"She…" Oya hesitated, and didn't continue her words, as she knew how hard it would be for Ela. "Don't tell me, is she… dead?" Ela finally said it, while her face turned ashen white from shock and pain.

Oya didn't have anything to help but to hug and pat on her. She knew how difficult it was to lose someone dear to your heart, as she was feeling such immense pain from losing Ibro, and she knew one day they would meet again.

However, Pnro was dead, and she didn't meet her in person, but she suddenly was reminded by the intense reaction of Ibro at that time.

'And I thought he lost a lover that day, sigh,' she thought to herself, blaming her bad wronged thoughts towards Ibro, as she now realized how unique this Pnro was.