"Your mother, Ciela, became impure for the role of Oracle the moment she took those lives and became impure."
The Oracle told the story in a rather detached tone. While there were hints of sadness here and there, it seemed to stem more out of frustration rather than pity towards the Elf of discussion.
"M-my mother was…? I still can't believe this…" Esme's whispers were stifled.
She cupped both her palms over her mouth as she listened with intensely rising emotion, staring straight at The Oracle as she continued listening to what she was being told.
"She was appropriately punished for what she did, and the child in her womb was going to be executed the moment she was born. But…"
"But what?!" Esme's widened eyes stretched even further as she awaited a response.
"Ciela managed to convince one of her closest friends at the time—the only one who didn't look at her with scorn after her mistake—to help her safely deliver the baby to the human nation."
