Elysia moved with purpose through the orphanage, her steps light but filled with an unshakable determination.
With the false caretakers gone, the atmosphere was already shifting—the children no longer huddled in corners, no longer watched warily for reprimands that never came.
Instead, there was a sense of cautious hope, as if they were waiting to see if this change was real, or just another illusion that would be taken from them.
The cook, an older demon woman with deep-set wrinkles and sharp eyes, had been standing by, hesitant at first, clearly uncertain about what this shift in power meant for her position.
But when Malvoria gave a sharp nod and simply said, "Feed them properly." the cook had straightened her back, turned, and immediately set to work.
Soon, the scent of real food—not scraps, not watery porridge—began to fill the orphanage's halls.
