Back then, Yidan was still alive.
Even in a situation like this, Milady's mind went blank for a moment.
At some point, this scent had become deeply intertwined with her mother. It was as if so long as the scent lingered, her mother was still here too.
'...Now I understand why the Mechanical Falcon didn't react to "Fate's Trickery" at all.'
As the Mechanical Falcon faltered in mid-air, Milady kicked it, sending it flying. The automaton was sturdily built, and the contact had been brief. The gash she had painstakingly managed to cut with her hand cannon was only hair-thin, making it impossible to spot anything amiss inside—after all, it was such a taboo substance. That hint of blue was hidden almost flawlessly. Only during their first clash had a minuscule trace leaked out, and it had been Milady, who was so familiar with and sensitive to crystals, who happened to find it.
