Ofelia spoke slowly, "As we have said before—we shall beco allies. And on this basis, I am willing to be your most faithful... and even the most loyal of allies."
"You are prepared, aware that you might not co back this ti, right?"
Annan reaffird, "If protecting you puts in danger, I will not hesitate to abandon you."
Ofelia is a silver-tier "Poet," which is also a transcendental profession belonging to the Hunter sequence. To ordinary people, he is without doubt a strong individual... but to a gold-tier, at the re threshold of an Otherworld-level nightmare, his death inside would be entirely possible.
But Ofelia didn’t imdiately respond.
He just turned around and looked towards Selicia at the very back of the crowd.
He earnestly said, "I truly... like you, Captain. The mont I first saw you, I fell for you.
"Although... I am still not sure if it is love. But I think, when I co back, I will definitely give you an answer."
Then, he deeply gazed at Arthur, "Arthur, I did indeed despise you at one ti. But now I also have to rely on you—if I don’t co back, I leave Dennisiowa in your care."
After that, he hugged and bid farewell to the others at silver.
Euphemia lvin gave him a light embrace, Selicia offered him a kiss. Lucia rubbed against him as if to rember his scent... and Arthur hugged Ofelia with imnse force, pounding his back as if to break his spine.
"You bastard..."
Don’t you dare die.
Arthur gnashed his teeth, his eyes burning with fire.
anwhile, Lucia watched him leave, reluctant to part.
Following Annan and another person, under the guidance of "Julius," they entered the elevator platform.
Arthur took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Euphemia lvin subconsciously reached for Arthur’s sleeve.
She looked back at Lucia, then turned her gaze back to Arthur.
"Arthur, if I rember correctly, you also have..."
She said in a low voice, "Right?"
Euphemia rembered that both she and Arthur possessed knowledge of the mysteries beyond the Otherworld level.
Arthur was silent for a mont and then slowly nodded his head.
He looked in the direction Ofelia had left, the fire in his eyes gradually extinguishing.
"But I am a coward."
He said softly, "Euphie, I am also filled with anger towards Ingrid, I also want to kill her myself. My desire to kill is so intense... but I still chose to flee."
...because you knew that you couldn’t leave with Ofelia at the sa ti, right?
Euphemia looked deeply at Arthur, not exposing his thoughts.
She knew precisely why Arthur was suddenly so furious.
It wasn’t because he hated Ofelia’s "showing off," nor was it because he thought Ofelia had betrayed their agreent. It was simply because Ofelia had stolen his place.
Dennisiowa was already at the edge of the cliff.
She had to be changed.
And if it wasn’t Ofelia, then it could only be Arthur.
They were all aware of this, which is why they couldn’t take the risk—both stepping into an Otherworld-level nightmare, to personally slay their enemy.
"..pared to you all, I am the most cowardly one."
Euphie took a deep breath.
"Don’t say that, Euphie. You have the least to do with this... and besides, with and that bastard Ofelia here, it’s not your turn or Annan’s to make a sacrifice."
Arthur spoke slowly.
His implication was also that he considered Ofelia’s survival unlikely.
They all had experienced an Otherworld-level nightmare... and knew its terror.
That ti they were lucky; the nightmare was able to cycle and replay. Otherwise, they would have all died in the first round of the nightmare without exception.
She looked towards the direction Annan had left, her expression sowhat distant.
Lily... the sister of Anya’s child, right?
Euphemia had once abandoned her own identity to live under her best friend’s na.
—The identity of Lily Rasputin and Euphemia lvin had already been swapped long before. Even until the real Lily passed away, she had never exposed her true identity... until Euphemia entered an Otherworld-level nightmare, she had always kept the secret.
Not until Annan exposed her secret that had been hidden for many years.
That instant, first was panic, then killing intent. And finally, it was a sense of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
The woman who had been lying for her entire life had her lies pierced through one day.
From then on, she resud her true identity.
—Different from those two gentlen, she didn’t actually hate Ingrid.
Because Euphemia lvin was very clear in her heart—she had been clear from the very beginning.
The reason she had fallen to this point was not due to any luck—but her own responsibility.
Although she felt sha for this, so much so that she dared not speak to others... she dared to close her eyes to take the punishnt and to honestly admit her mistakes.
Although at the outset, Lily Rasputin had said she didn’t want to die before her parents and sadden them, and had willingly exchanged identities with Euphemia lvin who had wanted to escape her arranged marriage... Euphemia well knew that her friend was fulfilling her very last wish with her very last act of life, to help her one last ti.
It seems that Lily’s last days were also very happy.
But when she was married off far away to Noah, she must have felt so sadness. Because she knew that was a forever farewell... If possible, she surely hoped to spend her final monts with her parents.
That was her fault.
The lvin family had a responsibility. That invisible destiny had a responsibility. Even the Geraint family had a responsibility. And Lily herself had her own calculations and wishes.
However, Euphemia lvin would never forget—it was she who had agreed to all of this.
She would never run away from this fact.
So—
Euphemia lvin murmured in her heart.
—She would continue to flee.
Perhaps sowhat despicable, perhaps sowhat cowardly.
But with the freedom of life she gained through Lily’s exchange, she didn’t want to simply "sacrifice" it like that.
She still wanted to see more of the world, she still wanted to see a more beautiful future.
She still hoped to witness the day when the lvin family would be destroyed... to see the day when the Winter Duchy blooms with flowers.
Before that day, even if it’s the ugliest escape.
—She never wanted to die.
Ofelia carried the inheritance of Dennisiowa.
Arthur was the hope of the Roaring Fang family.
And Lucia was this generation’s "Prophetess" of the centaurs.
...Apart from Selicia, everyone on the silver ship possessed high-level mystical knowledge.
Ofelia held knowledge of the "Winged Ones," Arthur of the "Goddess of Cup," Lucia held knowledge of "Miss Luck"... and she herself held knowledge of the Charioteer.
Any one of them was "more valuable" than their own life.
Only Euphemia lvin—she lived for herself, or rather, for Lily.
"Sorry, Ofelia..."
Her lips moved slightly.
With a sowhat fearful, sowhat sad silent sigh.
But Euphemia lvin didn’t notice.
Next to her, Lucia looked at herself with so surprise—
It was not a disappointed gaze, but rather, a bit bewildered.
...Why hadn’t Euphemia lvin joined Ofelia into this nightmare?
Euphemia lvin thought her life was the least valuable among everyone, didn’t she? No matter how Lucia advised her in the future, she could not stop her self-destruction... and her actions in the nightmare would indirectly endanger Ofelia and Isaac.
—When had the future she saw before changed?
Lucia thought of this and suddenly brightened up.
Her eyes widened, her delicate hooves anxiously stomping. She took a deep breath...
In that case...
—Perhaps Ofelia and Isaac... could really survive?
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