Seeing Edwina's gaze warm up, Anderson curled the sides of his mouth and shook his head with a sigh.
"You're always so inflexible. That's why you aren't able to become an artist your entire life."
After sighing again, he looked at the corpse on the chair.
"We can't keep watching. We have to do something. Doesn't Siatas wish to find her race? Let's bury her near an elven ruin in Sonia Island. Mobet looks like he wants to be with Siatas. We should bury them in the same tomb.
