Fear of seeing disfigured friends, fear of touching that burning soul of revenge.
It was the soul she ignited with her own hands.
So, she, who was suffering, chose the only, yet the most undesirable path.
She ended her life, cowardly escaping from the heavy burdens she was to face.
...That child will surely fall into imnse guilt, perhaps never able to forgive herself.
She will not forget , and she will not forget this deeply embedded hatred.
But in this way, a part in her heart will eventually open up.
Because mories with the deceased will no longer increase, while her life will continue on for a long ti.
She was always soone who could receive more favour, as long as she was blessed with a little bit of luck. Surely, soone other than myself would walk into her heart.
No one ever guaranteed... But this was the only final choice I could make.
Though there are indeed worries, she no longer has the energy to consider those things.
I am an irresponsible friend.
Evidently, all should have ended at that, but the soul, freed from the body, unconsciously returned to that familiar city again.
Everything replayed.
Death is not the end.
In the eternal theatre nad the "Wandering Country," her soul was pulled back to this city ti after ti.
"Your feelings for your friend are genuine.
"You do not long for death, only escape.
"So, if you continue wandering here, will you make a different choice?
"Would you choose to forever enjoy this peaceful happiness?
"Would you choose to face the unknown future with her?
"Would you choose to let her endure harsh suffering with you?
"Would you choose to save this girl who died because of you?"
...No.
——Absolutely not.
Though there was anxiety and confusion...
But with each wandering, her belief in overcoming all suffering grows stronger.
With each reenactnt, her conviction that she "shouldn’t stay" becos more resolute.
No matter how many tis she wanders in the theatre, no matter how many possibilities she witnesses, her choice never wavered.
Because she knew that in reality, her dearest friend was moving towards the hopeful future.
So, she must not appear before her as a captured puppet, with such an unworthy soul.
She must not hinder her progress with a weighty and swamp-like presence.
My life was supposed to end there. I was to watch her continue onward, becoming the brightest star in the sky.
Since making the choice, and since this choice is correct, there should be no regrets.
Thus, she chose separation ti and again, chose to leave, even chose to sever herself, and then once again, took steps toward that distant reincarnation.
If I could be reborn as a human, I only hope to beco her friend once more...
However, the constraints of the Divine Domain Array are not sothing that an ordinary person can break through with sheer will.
Even though she resisted wandering, in countless reenactnts, on countless different stages, that once lifeless but steadfast heart has unconsciously sprouted so desires.
She can no longer rember her parents’ faces, cannot distinguish which street she strolled with her was real, even cannot recall if they truly sang a song together...
Only every bit with her—false mories, genuine emotions, keep accumulating and sedinting.
In so reincarnations, we beca mages together; in so world lines, I led her into the Warlock Association; we traveled over famous mountains and rivers together and even adopted a child...
Thus, that thought, like maggots on bones, madly took root and sprouted in the depths of her heart.
——Ah, how I want to see her again.
Therefore, she made mistakes again, uttered the words that should never be spoken.
"——Co find ."
She admitted to wandering, longing for reunion.
And realized her cowardice, or perhaps, hope to continue helping her.
Knowing full well that this thought would only beco her stumbling block, knowing full well that this is what the theatre hopes she would develop, yet unable to stop or resist.
...But indeed, there are still things she can do.
That man, her friend’s father.
With the increase in wandering, her understanding...or rather, the theatre’s analysis of him, beca clearer.
Finally, in a world that never existed, in the fragnted record that had turned into an illusory dream but descended as a brand new third seat, she captured threads of the truth.
Speculation turned into certainty, certainty into fact.
The ti for the final act had arrived, the ninth scene of the theatre, which was originally known as nothing, comnced.
He is the trigger for the world’s end, the calamity of the Erald Star.
The ninth scene—[Relief Blue], is exactly staged to stop him.
So, she beca the most suitable candidate.
For in the theatre, the continuity of ti and space is aningless.
So, long ago, she had already realized the anomaly of this person.
Because there is soone she must protect from his hands.
So, it must be , and only .
Vest mustn’t confront that person.
He is the culprit of everything, the root of her dearest friend’s misfortune—also the enemy she must overco.
For becoming soone who can help her again, to stand before her once more as an equal...
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