I saw the vacant throne. The prince was absent this ti.
Instead, the boy who had served him stood looking at .
A boy with a delicate, porcelain-doll-like appearance.
His cold eyes showed no hint of emotion.
“A greeting... to an ancient one.”
Pria lifted the hem of her dress in respect.
Rantia scoffed and approached .
“Hmm?”
He got straight to the point.
“...”
Rantia threw sothing from his pocket.
A silver-white card glead in the moonlight.
I’d seen it before.
It had been over half a year, but the mory was still vivid.
The business card Tel had shown
during the 2-star promotion ceremony.
Pria bent down to pick up the card.
She slowly looked it over.
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I narrowed my eyes.
This guy was an executive of Mobius?
Pria stepped forward.
“What do you an? My mory tells
this is the first ti we’ve... turned back.”
Rantia laughed bitterly.
“That’s not what I saw.”
I spoke up.
If he was referring to the end of the world shown during the 4-star promotion ceremony, he was utterly mistaken.
There, led by the prince, Townia’s heroes had banded together to resist the impending doom.
Rantia closed his eyes.
“Then whether or not I cooperate is up to
too.”
“Stop with the nonsense. I didn’t co here to joke around.”
I smirked.
Rantia opened his eyes.
“Think what you want.”
In the past, I might have considered it.
The possibility of returning without completing the mission was tempting.
At least, I would have been willing to hear him out.
But now, that was not an option.
Rantia waved his hand.
A flash of light, and suddenly we were outside the palace.
A faint chirping of insects reached my ears.
I looked up.
Crack!
The starlit sky.
A sharper, clearer fissure appeared.
[Current Progress – 40%]
[At 100%, the ‘Descent’ will comnce.]
[Master, prepare for battle!]
My eyes widened.
Beyond the glass-like crack, sothing writhing looked back at us.
They had no defined form, shifting and squirming as they gazed our way.
‘They’re coming.’
The confrontation with them was inevitable from the start.
It had always been bound to happen.
“Han...”
I turned.
Pria was looking at
with trembling eyes.
“So, are you going to quit now?”
I muttered.
“Are you going to give up just because it seems impossible? No, you’re not. We’ve co this far, so we might as well do sothing.”
“That boy’s words...”
“Whether they’re true or not, don’t pay them any mind. Just do what you intend to do. You ca here to give your brother a safe ho, right?”
I placed my hand on Pria’s head.
The soft texture touched my palm. Even if she was older now, to , she was still the sa ?? Nоvеl??g??т ?? (Continue reading) girl who used to pout and complain.
‘I rember.’
The first ti we t.
“We all die in the end. You, . Whether from old age or an accident, everyone’s life is finite. So, what should we do? Should we live swayed by others until we’re in our coffins? Or should we live doing what we want, for as long as we can?”
I continued.
“Forget the fate and end-of-the-world talk. Follow your heart. Or you’ll regret it forever.”
“...”
“I don’t care about living long. What matters is living the way I want and seeing it through properly.”
Pria blinked as she looked at .
I was a ga addict back on Earth. Even as the top-ranked player in the ga, people saw
as nothing more than a shut-in.
But I had no regrets.
I got to do what I wanted as much as I wanted.
Even if this was the result.
“Regret.”
“You only live once. So...”
“You an I should do what I want?”
“Exactly. Forget appearances and obligations. Didn’t you just say you didn’t regret selling out Townia to the goddess? Do it that way.”
I smiled softly.
“One thing is certain, though...”
“Certain?”
“Until this fight is over, I’m staying by your side.”
Pria took a deep breath.
“I see.”
She said and she smiled gently.
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