“Grandpa, were you always like this?”

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“Did you always have trouble recognizing people’s faces?”

Eisen didn’t bother asking how she knew.

After the nerve poison incident, he had started to believe that she was different from other children—someone who occasionally received divine revelations.

That was a relief.

Having to explain himself over and over again was exhausting.

“It happened at some point.”

No, don’t just brush it off—explain it properly.

Elodie widened her eyes and glared at him expectantly, making it clear she wouldn’t let him get away with such a vague answer.

Eisen let out a reluctant sigh and finally spoke.

“When I was young, my body was always drenched in blood. My skin was covered in cuts, some I didn’t even know I had. One time, I lost consciousness on the battlefield. When I woke up alone, my head was already damaged. It was such a common occurrence back then that I don’t even remember exactly when it happened.”

That was all.

“As long as I survived, that was enough.”

He added it like an afterthought, as if it were nothing of importance.

"So it wasn’t something he was born with."

That was a relief.

It meant she could fix it.

Elodie scurried to his side and, with a determined expression, made her declaration.

“Grandpa, I’m going to be a good granddaughter to you.”

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