Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World? Chapter 37 - 28 - Divergence

With the mories that remained, I jolted awake.

"Huh? Selene? Where are you going to? You just passed out!"

I ignored the voice. There was only one na I had to save.

Yes, Kairi. Only Kairi. Just Kairi.

"Kairi..."

All I could do was run. And run.

I didn’t respond to anyone calling out.

Not that voice. Not even my weakened body.

All I knew was—I had to keep moving.

No—running.

As fast as I could, as hard as I could.

Even if my chest was tight and the world felt like it was turning upside down.

None of it mattered.

What mattered now was saving her sister, and telling her the truth before it was too late—

No, it seems I was more than too late.

"What actually happened?"

* * *

It all began so quickly.

Professor Helena’s smile—calm, disarming.

Then the explosion.

And the unstable Mytheia.

Everything tightened in my chest.

As if none of this was coincidence.

But it wasn’t fate either—nor predetermined destiny.

Was this all planned?

And strangely enough...

Why do I want to save Professor Helena?Did soone tell to?Was it a duty?Or... was it just a reflex?

My body moved like it was dancing to an unspoken command.

But why did it feel so familiar?As if I was born to save her.

And strangely, to , that was the only thing that mattered right now.

Nothing else.

"Miss Veylith? Is sothing bothering you?"

Her voice slipped into my consciousness.

I looked up. "No, Professor."

Professor Helena. That small smile. Thin. Empty.

"—I was just thinking about what happened the other day."

She stared at for a while. But didn’t press.

Good.

Because without her noticing, I had taken a small object from under the table—a clear shard, as sharp as a thorn.

Small enough to hide between my fingers.

But sharp enough to...

End myself and everything there is.

With a basic pulling spell, I slid it into the sleeve of my robe.

Suicide.

Yes, that was my plan.

Because if this world could be reset, then I too wanted to see...

The truth that cos after death.

"Oh, I see. Could you elaborate, Miss Veylith?"

Her tone was still flat.

Polite.

Distant.

Sowhat too perfect.

And I disliked that.

I looked her directly in the eyes.

"Sure. But first, may I ask you a question instead?"

Professor Helena nodded, no small talk.

"Okay, of course. So, what is it you want to ask, Kairi?"

Without thinking, I took a deep breath.

"Did you plan all of this, Professor Helena?"

Her face froze, confused and angry all at once.

"What do you an by planning all this?"

I sighed, tired of her pretending.

"Professor Helena, you’ve been exposed. Please don’t deny it."

Her face feigned ignorance, like I didn’t know.

"Deny what? Aren’t we talking about that incident?"

"No, there’s sothing far more important."

Enough with the small talk. From the beginning, her behavior gave it away.

I knew she knew what had truly happened. I had enough ti to transcribe it.

"Why would you sacrifice yourself, Helena?"

My respect for her was gone. Even the title "Professor" no longer suited soone who tried to use from the shadows.

"Because of Mytheia—"

"Mytheia what? That it predicts you’ll die?"

"Sothing like that can’t foresee the future."

Yes, I rembered what big sis Selene said about Mytheia.

"Mytheia can only estimate the future based on its potential."

Hearing that, she smiled... then chuckled, and finally burst into maniacal laughter.

A laugh that chilled the spine. A laugh that was pure evil.

"HAHAHAHAHAH... yes, exactly what you said... I don’t want to be saved!"

My entire body shivered.

Again... even if there wasn’t solid evidence, my hunch was right.

"So if you knew that..." I stepped forward,

"...Why still choose to die, Helena?"

She didn’t answer.

But her expression wavered.

"Or maybe..."

"You know I know that you knew this was all part of your plan from the start?"

Silence.

And finally, she spoke:

"Two days ago, I received a recording from Mytheia."

"About ?"

"About you and Selene. You both... tried to save ."

My eyes narrowed.

"So what? Why do you still want to die?"

She looked up.

Her eyes no longer those of a teacher, but a woman who was tired of living.

"Because I know... my death is your turning point. If I live, you’ll keep relying on the past. But if I die—you’ll move forward."

"The Finality Exam, Kairi. Your fate isn’t with . It’s beyond ."

"And that... is the only way to leap into the future. Five years ahead. Just imagine it, your future without will be far brighter."

My eyes welled.

"And if I refuse?"

She looked at , softly.

"Then you’ll stay stuck here. With guilt that never ends."

I let out a bitter laugh.

"You truly are selfish, Helena. An egoist."

"Maybe. Or you could say that."

"And so am I. An egoist."

Monts later, I raised my right hand.

"Wait, what do you an? Hold on, what are you tryi—"

And before she could stop —I activated the Pulling Spell.

The sharp shard shot into my chest.

Deep.

Did it hurt? I couldn’t feel it.

Because before I could, the darkness consud ...

* * *

To be fairly honest, I never intended to witness this cruelty.

Everything was supposed to remain hidden.

According to plan.

According to calculation.

But when I opened Void Rifter—a slit ant only to observe from afar—I saw sothing I shouldn’t have.

She stabbed herself. Smiled at right as I entered.

I froze.

Her body fell in slow motion. Her robe billowed. Her silver hair cast shadows like the final rays of light before a candle extinguished.

Kairi.

Kairi Izumi.

Kairi Elysia Veylith.

My sister.

A part of myself.

The symbol of a mistake I had crafted to perfection.

No way...

I stepped into that space without thinking.

My protective dinsion collapsed. It didn’t matter anymore.

Helena turned to , shocked. But silent.

I looked at her—not with hatred, but with clarity.

"You let her do this. What an idiot you are."

I stared at her, my gaze sharp.

And before she could respond, I knelt down.

Kairi’s body was cold. Her face peaceful.

No blood, just lingering traces of magic that hadn’t yet faded from her skin.

It looked like she’d made sure the stab wouldn’t be ssy.

Because the object was tiny, hidden—a crystal.

Truly her signature move. Classic little Kairi.

I thought with a small smile.

But wait...

The contract is still active... isn’t it?

My hand touched the mark on her wrist—the contract seal.

The symbol hadn’t vanished.

Hadn’t cracked.

Hadn’t dimd.

And I began to tremble.

She’s not dead yet.

No, she can’t die.

I took a deep breath.

I retraced all the paraters in my mind:

The fourth Veylith Contract.

Vital regenerative signs.

Soul transfer. Transmigration.

Soul research. Reincarnation.

Consciousness severing—maybe.

But death? No.

Never.

"You didn’t know this, did you, Helena? She already knew the answer."

She didn’t reply. Probably still in-shock.

I leaned close to Kairi’s body and murmured, as if just for her:

"You don’t even know how to die, Kairi..."

My tears fell.

Not out of sadness.

But anger. At myself. At Helena.

And at her.

"You think dying will fix everything? That you can just walk out of the ga you hate?"

"Too bad... it’s not that easy, you silly."

Kairi remained silent, still as stone.

But I saw a faint pulse in her wrist.

Like a tiny heart that hadn’t stopped beating.

I exhaled with relief, smiling gently.

"Too soon, my dear Kairi. Your ti isn’t now."

"But when you wake up—you and I will talk about this. And we’ll settle it."

I looked up at the ceiling, then back at Helena.

"Five years from now will co. But not through a foolish sacrifice like this."

I stood up.

And for the first ti in years—

I touched Kairi... not as a scientist, not as an observer, but as the only one left who still believed she could be saved, even after death.

"It’s okay now, Kairi. This ti... I will save you."

Suddenly, the waves began to tremble.As if the very current of ti was about to be erased.

A smile touched my lips.It seems... Kairi had managed to overturn fate itself.

"This feeling... yes, this is exactly the Kairi that I always know."

I let out a quiet laugh—soft, bittersweet—

Just before the surge of the temporal dinsion swept away.