The black-haired girl thus whispered softly.
In those clear eyes reflected a deep blue sea of flames, as if a Saintess undergoing a fiery ordeal.
Just like the epic of the Red Lotus Saintess Joan of Arc that Shiayar once told her.
When the lotus of the Red Lotus withers away, the former Dawn Saintess will vanish from the current world.
"Under the influence of the Corrective Force and historical inertia, there should be a new Dawn Saintess to fill my void."
"Whether it be those previous failed Saintess candidates or another orphan emerging from Lokiya?"
"The feeling of having one's place replaced by another, even just thinking about it, is somewhat unsettling."
"But—"
"If it's you."
"Even if the whole world forgets me, and there's no longer a single trace that I once lived in this world."
"But you, you should still remember my name, right?"
She whispered softly, like a prayer.
"Remember—"
"A girl named Su Lun once came here."
