Elysia's eyes lit up at Serelith's words.
Even Maeric hadn't expected Serelith to show such grace and magnanimity at this crucial moment. She truly was a daughter of the Ignis family!
But Shannon's words took a twist. "That was before. As a daughter of the Ignis family, I will not pursue the matter further, but now that the royal edict has been issued, my affairs will be decided by His Majesty."
Her meaning was clear; what she said no longer mattered. Only the king's words counted now.
With that one light, effortless sentence, she openly tossed the matter back to Benjamin, who accepted it without hesitation. He didn't think there was anything wrong, and that was how the matter ought to be handled.
Shannon had always been bright.
Without allowing anyone to continue guilt-tripping her, he firmly announced, "This concerns the future queen. Even if there were no casualties in the fire, it should not simply be overlooked.
"But for him being an Ignis family member, he shall not face the harshest sentence."
His last few words sounded like mercy, as if a sliver of hope remained for the Ignis family, but he and Shannon knew that Marcellus would never return. The arson was just a pretext.
Long before this, they'd reached a consensus that once Marcellus entered prison, a thorough investigation would begin.
All the atrocities he'd done under the protection of the Ignis family would be laid bare.
Though Aurelia had taken justice into her own hands to avenge herself, a public, fair judgment was needed. Otherwise, she would have long passed on after her revenge, not remaining haunting the Ignis residence and asking to be Shannon's second ghost servant.
Unfortunately, Shannon wouldn't be here for long. As compensation, she'd guarantee Aurelia a righteous ending.
Truthfully, Aurelia wasn't Marcellus' only victim. There had to be justice to show the victims that retribution did exist.
Before departing, Serelith looked deeply at Shannon and softly called out, "Shannon."
She'd heard Trevaris call her that and longed to do the same. If not for Shannon, she would have died forgotten and alone in the Ignis residence. Her pain and suffering would have vanished into silence.
Now, because of Shannon, she was freed.
Blood ties did not guarantee family, but sometimes, fate gifted strangers as kin. Shannon now felt like family.
"Thank you, Shannon," Serelith said. Her soul shimmered with mystic light and gradually became tangible. Then, for the first time, she reached out to hold Shannon.
Shannon gently returned the gesture and sensed the feathery hug.
Just before Serelith's mystic light completely faded, she whispered, "Shannon, if there's a next life, let me be the older one to protect you then."
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