I, who have never even directly expressed my feelings, have no right to selfishly claim you.
"To me, that you could journey across time to see me one last time… is already enough."
Isadella forcefully suppressed the overwhelming and intense sorrow in her heart, a sorrow that caused her immense inner pain.
Then, she put on a strained smile.
"Let me first use the Sacred Sword to protect you and return you to the correct history…
"For you, in that correct world, there are people and things far more important than I am."
She lifted the Sacred Sword, and a golden radiance burst forth.
She was about to harness that ancient mystery to send Shiayar back to the correct history.
However, at the next moment, she raised her head in astonishment.
"Your Highness."
"Sometimes, if you can't keep going, you don't have to force yourself to pretend."
In Shiayar's hands, two phantom lights slowly emerged.
It was a pair of gloves and the shadow of a die.
