"Justice Saint, Radiant Sovereign..."
Paper Princess looked at Annan, filled with emotion: "It's almost as if Mr. Sisyphus himself has been resurrected within you."
"But I am definitely not Sisyphus."
Annan smiled: "Because I will certainly surpass him.
"I shall surpass my self of yesterday, and even more so the heroes of the past."
"I believe."
Paper Princess nodded earnestly.
The look in her eyes toward Annan was like a glimmer of light—not as if she was looking at a junior, but rather like looking up to an admired predecessor.
"Of course, apart from power..."
Annan gripped his fist with a hint of nostalgia, murmuring: "This sense of 'completeness' also intoxicates me."
Since Annan arrived in this world... this was the first time he felt the world was so wonderful.
His emotions, his consciousness were completely free—no longer bound by any restraints.
Not locked by the Winter's Heart in positive emotions, nor locked by the inverted Winter's Heart in negative emotions.
