When she saw jiro Asama pulling out one property transfer agreent after another from the desk, Dream Weaver understood imdiately—she and the Northern family's grandmother were, at their core, the sa kind of person.
The year Dream Weaver's mother passed away, she also took with her all their motivation to move forward.
jiro Asama and the grandmother seed to be living in the past, stubbornly trying to atone for a mistake they had both played a part in.
But the one they wished to redeem had long since departed.
So all that remained was to pass this compensation on to Dream Weaver—the final limiter the grandmother had exhausted everything to obtain, and the lifelong savings of jiro Asama, were given for this very reason.
To them, life had truly ended many years ago. What remained in this world were rely hollow shells burdened with regret.
"Because the plan failed, I cannot pass on the prestige and authority I built within the jiro family to you."
"But these land deeds, along with so collected artifacts, are my personal assets. No one has the right to question how you use them."
jiro Asama let out a soft sigh as she spoke, her eyes filled with remorse, as if blaming herself for not having worked hard enough in life to save more for Dream Weaver.
Dream Weaver looked at the small mountain of docunts piled before her but made no move to take them. Instead, she said to jiro Asama:
"Isn't jiro Ramonu your granddaughter? Isn't it a bit too harsh to cast her aside like this?"
Hearing this, jiro Asama's expression dimd, but she forced out a few words in reply.
"I have faith in that child, Ramonu. Her talents far surpass mine. With the lessons I've learned, I believe she will do better."
"Are you implying that I'm inferior to jiro Ramonu, and that's why you're giving all your assets to ?"
jiro Asama's face paled visibly.
It was the first ti since their conversation began that Dream Weaver had seen such intense emotion from her. This deeply calculating head of the jiro family, who had deceived so many, had ultimately been defeated by her own past.
"No, that's not it! I only wanted to…"
Before she could finish, Dream Weaver cut her off.
"You only wanted to make so kind of ands… right? Because you can no longer atone to Mother, I, as her last trace in this world, beca the inheritor of this property."
Dream Weaver paused, her gaze calm as she watched the inexplicably flustered jiro Asama.
"As I thought—you really only think of yourself."
Her words pierced jiro Asama's heart like a sharp blade. Staring into those familiar dark eyes, a wave of panic surged through jiro Asama's entire being.
It was as if she had returned to the past, face to face with the Uma Musu who had fallen because of her obsessive pursuit of the Emperor's Prize. Sha and regret had woven a net around jiro Asama, trapping her tightly, without a mont's relief for years.
Seeing jiro Asama's pale face and lost, frightened eyes, Dream Weaver showed no intention of stopping.
"Because you feel guilty, you want to make up for it. But also because of that guilt, you never dared to truly face —even at our first eting, you hid behind a disguise."
"A fool trapped in the shadows of the past, stubbornly clinging to your own way."
"Did you ever ask jiro Ramonu? How much pressure has she borne because of your stubbornness?"
"Did you ask jiro Ardan? She was manipulated like a doll—isn't she also your granddaughter?"
Dream Weaver stood up, forcing the other to et her cold, reprimanding gaze.
"When you did all this, did you ever consider my feelings? What do you think I, the last Uma Musu of the Northern family, felt when I heard I was being forcibly absorbed into the jiro family?"
"In the end, you don't really care about , much less your own descendants. All you want is to rid yourself of the guilt that has haunted you for years."
Dream Weaver's words beca a demon blade, slicing away jiro Asama's strength, leaving her slumped helplessly in her seat.
Had it not been for the chair, Dream Weaver had no doubt she would have collapsed to the floor.
"In the end…"
"You're still only thinking of yourself."
Watching jiro Asama, pale and lost, wanting to defend herself but unable to speak, Dream Weaver felt as though the tangled grudges binding her to the jiro and Northern families had been cleanly severed, as if by that sa demon blade.
A long-absent sense of relief filled her heart.
Truth be told, Dream Weaver had been carrying too much pressure—not only the burden of reviving her mother, but also the intricate, unresolved conflicts of this scripted world.
In fact, her most carefree days had been back in Kasamatsu. Facing T.M. Opera O, she had to overco the pressure of her own perceived lack of talent to defeat the "Conqueror of the Century's End."
In this world, she had been caught between the grudges of the jiro and Northern families.
But now, thankfully, those resentnts had been cut away within her, thanks to these heartfelt words.
jiro Asama was not so deeply scheming, power-hungry pursuer of the Tenno Sho. She was rely a fool trapped in the past, unable to find peace for years, desperately seeking a mont of tranquility.
At least the Northern family's grandmother had soone to direct her hatred toward, and portraits of ancestors and peers to offer so comfort.
jiro Asama's regrets and frustrations could only be confided to herself in the dead of night. Under this daily and nightly tornt, her once-sharp mind had long since beco distorted.
That was why she had concocted such an absurd and foolish plan. It never even occurred to her what would happen if Dream Weaver refused her property.
Regret had driven her to the edge of the cliff; all she truly wanted was a single mont of peace in her heart.
Looking at the white-haired old woman before her, Dream Weaver sighed softly.
In the end, the grievances between the jiro and Northern families were like a tangled ss of threads. No one could clearly say who was at fault, yet none could escape their own inner tornt. That was why each of them had piled the greatest bla upon themselves.
Quietly, Dream Weaver helped her up, smoothing the disheveled white hair ruffled by emotion. She looked jiro Asama squarely in the eye and said:
"The past between the jiro and Northern families, and between you and my mother, is over. I have cut it away. From now on, this grudge no longer exists."
"Be a proper head of the jiro family. Keep living for those who love you."
After straightening the wrinkles on jiro Asama's clothes, Dream Weaver nodded, turned, and walked toward the door.
Still dazed, jiro Asama could only watch as Dream Weaver moved away, her back to the light.
After a few steps, Dream Weaver paused, as if rembering sothing. Without turning, she waved a hand and said:
"Be good to jiro Ramonu and the others. They are your real granddaughters, after all."
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