Three days had passed since the temple incident, yet the name still clung to me like a leech.
Elixane.
That name kept echoing in my mind, and every time I would daze, whenever I heard that whisper, it always snapped me back to reality, and I would try to look for it. I even tried to bury myself by focusing on reports I knew that during my past lives, my name was always remained Euphyllia, but Elixane was also part of me.
I was living on the same name, but I was more familiar Euphyllia more.
This morning, I thought perhaps routine would enough to break my thoughts from it. Good thing, Lucretius had asked for tea. A simple task that was enough to keep my thoughts grounded.
The warmth of the porcelain pot and the faint fragrance of peach blossom herbs steeping in the water had granted m
