"You finally recognize ."
Sigrid braced herself on the desk and lunged at Lanci in the office chair, joyfully crashing into him with a full embrace.
The principal's office chair creaked under the weight of both of them.
"..."
Lanci, stunned, caught Sigrid and let her hug him,
"No, no, no, how could you possibly be Sigrid? Siegler is obviously Siegler, a creature of this era. When did you replace her?"
Lanci's eyes and ears told him the truth, yet he still found it too absurd.
In his view, Siegler and Sigrid were both wolf clan females, with sowhat similar personalities or fighting styles, but they were definitely two distinct individuals. Lanci wouldn't confuse them just because they shared so traits, out of respect for both.
However, he never dread that one day Siegler would personally tell him that she was Sigrid.
"This ti in the Shadow World, the nun that t you at the beginning was . How about it, do I look good in a nun's habit?"
Sigrid let go of Lanci for a mont, wrapped her arms around his neck, and continued speaking while looking at him.
Just a few days ago, she arrived at South Wantina Port on the South Continent and had just made contact with the most neutral Dinsional Branch of the Rebirth Church, when she was summoned through a temporarily manifested Void Gate into the Eighth-order Shadow World. When she ca to her senses, she found herself in the Polante Empire's Church—sothing out of a dream.
And she had beco the little wolf girl, Siegler, whom she had dread of every night.
"However, it seems that there really was a last ti in the Shadow World, like when Siegler t you in the Polante Empire, when you crossed the snowfield with her, drove the Count of the Blood Clan away together, and then went to the Demon World's Necalis Island and t Hyperion and so on, all of which I have dread about."
Sigrid added.
She had clear mories of all these, which barely differed from personal experience.
If she wasn't mistaken, this should be the previous Shadow World experience that Lanci, Hyperion, and Cat Boss had gone through.
"Can it really be like this?"
Lanci couldn't tell whether Sigrid was playing a prank or if such an astounding story had truly happened.
But this could indeed perfectly explain why Sigrid could seamlessly step into Siegler's shoes mid-way and even Lanci didn't notice the person had changed after twelve years.
"It must have been after I received the blessing jewelry from the Church of the Goddess of Destiny that I started dreaming of Siegler every day."
Sigrid looked at her empty wrists and said to Lanci.
The bracelet embedded with jewels in the real world couldn't be brought into the Shadow World.
Legend has it, there is a talisman called the Rebirth Jewel.
It might be any stone associated with the Goddess of Destiny and her churches, through which the deities might subtly intervene in the mortal world as a dium.
The Rebirth Jewel is precisely a gift for those with destiny; if one prays devoutly to the Goddess of Destiny, she might allow you to have a beautiful dream, possibly by chance or perhaps a remnant of a past life.
After all, such things are imnsely mysterious and unverifiable, hence they are more often considered as legends and fairy tales.
According to Sigrid's thoughts.
Perhaps she was the little wolf girl, Siegler, from tens of thousands of years ago, and Lanci was the reincarnation of the Black Sun Lord from the sa era, and their prayers to the Goddess of Destiny allowed them to pick up the marriage of their forr lives.
"That's great."
After listening to Sigrid's explanation, Lanci, with slightly squinted green eyes, gradually relaxed and sighed in relief.
"What do you an by 'that's great'?"
Sigrid asked him in confusion.
She knew that the Saint Heir was highly receptive, but she didn't expect him to co to terms with it so quickly.
"If it's you, then it's not a farewell between life and death for us. We will be able to et again in another space and ti."
Lanci replied joyfully, smiling,
"I'm really glad I could et you again, Sigrid."
He no longer had to say a sorrowful goodbye to Siegler.
For Lankros and Siegler, the end of the Blood Moon Bad World was destined to be an irrediable regret.
But he and Sigrid have many more opportunities to capture future mories on film.
"...Do you know? The experiences of almost saying goodbye to you forever that winter are always vivid in my mind, and whenever I think about them, I still get nervous."
Sigrid slowly drew closer to Lanci after hearing his words,
"It must be because we've overco so many challenges together, that we have this tranquility now."
She nestled peacefully against his chest, murmuring while listening to his heartbeat.
Only with such seemingly otherworldly dreams could one understand how precious their present bond was.
She didn't want to face an unchangeable ending like Siegler from the Blood Moon Bad World.
Dark clouds flowed outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the principal's office, with the sound of windy snow filling this gap of silence.
In Purgatory City's chilly night sky, the moonlight carried a tallic, inorganic glow.
Inside the room was very warm due to the lit stove.
Although so say that the wolf clan, residing in regions colder in winter than the northern mountains, doesn't take this coldness seriously at all,
for the fragile last descendants of the wolf clan who live with humans, winter indeed is a season where one longs for warmth.
Sigrid breathed a sigh of relief in the warm space.
As the night grew colder, Siegler, who had found warmth, was in a very good mood.
"Mr. Bishop, is it really appropriate for you to be hugging the Saint Heir like this?"
Lanci, after letting Sigrid hug him for quite so ti, finally spoke up and asked.
He felt that if he didn't say sothing, Sigrid would just keep holding him without a hint of movent, like a hug pillow.
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