Seeing that Ores couldn't remember anything from the past, Moande sighed at the end of his story, losing the desire to continue.

"Forget it, surviving that great battle is already a miracle for Ores, I can't ask for more," he comforted himself, then rang the bell to have the maids come to change the tea.

"Sit here for a while, I'll have Ores' mother and grandmother come to see her."

"Alright."

Then he got up and left. About three minutes later, two elf women came over. One of them bore a striking resemblance to Ores, only with a different hairstyle and a fuller figure. The other elf woman beside her looked much older in demeanor; although her appearance was only in her thirties, her expression and gaze were especially kind.

"Ores, do you remember grandma?" she looked at the ice elf girl across the tea table, leaning slightly closer so that the other could see her clearly.

"I don't remember." Ores shook her head. Although the woman in front of her seemed somewhat familiar, she couldn't recall any memories.

"Sigh..." With that, the elderly woman could only give up and sit down.

Unlike Ores' grandmother, Ores' mother, at first glance, looked just like her sister. The two of them were remarkably similar in appearance, though one had a more mature, fuller demeanor.

"Ores doesn't remember me," she said, lightly pressing her chin with her fingers, then turning her head to think before taking out many high-definition holographic photos.

These photos recorded many events she and Ores shared, such as birthday parties, traveling, sightseeing, swimming, and so on. In the photos, Ores gradually grew from a small child until the age of 18, where the record abruptly ended.

It seems Ores' mother was very fond of her daughter. Despite her own love for fun, she took time every year to show Ores the world, until Ores discovered her songstress talent and began her professional studies at the Academy. Only then did these activities slowly fade away.

After some reminiscing, Ores' mother even tried to hug her once more, taking a long time before letting go.

"In the future, Ores will stay here, and you'll gradually become familiar and remember your past memories," they looked at Ores, pleading in their tone.

"I, Ores, can't." This time Ores shook her head vigorously, apparently very resistant to associating with these unfamiliar relatives.

Even if they were her past relatives, what did it matter? The Ores who had once died had no memories of the past. Forcing her to accept these relationships would only make her feel awkward and wronged.

Because she could no longer be herself easily; instead, she'd have to play the person with the same name and appearance from everyone's memories.

She ultimately was no longer the former "Ores." Now, she hadn't been cared for by these relatives, nor shared in their experiences of growing up. Those originally natural emotional ties had now become particularly oppressive chains.

Seeing Ores' emotions becoming unstable, Tilan finally ended the visit and conversation early, once again leading Ores out of the vast mansion.

When the two of them walked out, the ice elf girl couldn't suppress the fear and worry in her heart and clung to Tilan's arm to confide.

"Wuwu, Tilan, don't leave me. Everything there was so unfamiliar, as if there was a small girl who looked just like me, secretly watching me."

It seemed she was truly scared. Tilan could only continuously console the companion beside her, marveling at the incredibly high songstress talent of Ores, who almost intuitively sensed her possible future emotions and encounters.

That mansion really didn't have ghosts or a little girl, but it was indeed filled with traces left by the former "Ores." All these things gave the current Ores a sense of unfamiliarity and replacement, fearing that her current consciousness would disappear.

Perhaps I also need to view her with new eyes. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair to the current Ores; she is herself, not a replacement for that familiar figure of the past.