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Epilogue

It was already deep into the night.

The magic ship Lemuria had been circling nearby, waiting for the battle to end. Once the crew confirmed that it was over, the ship descended toward the square where the temple stood.

Ren sat on a piece of rubble, watching from the corner of his eye as knights of the Lion’s Holy Office moved through the square.

Lemuria settled into one corner of the square, and Werlich stepped outside.

“Whoa… I could feel the pressure, but I never expected things to turn out like this,” 

The dwarf said as he made his way to Ren.

On his way over, he briefly glanced toward Vayne and the others as they spoke with the knights.

“Yo, Ren! You did it!”

“…Yeah.”

“What’s wrong? You won, didn’t you? You don’t look too thrilled.”

“Well… a lot happened.”

Even so, Ren was glad he had come—and glad they had won. One of his arms still hung limp at his side.

“Are you hurt?”

“He was strong. I never expected to finish a fight like that completely unscathed.”

“That’s good enough. Just being alive is enough.”

“I think so too.”

“Still, you should get some first aid. That boy from House Meldaeg—one of the Hero Houses, right? Maybe his power can help.”

“He already treated me. This is what’s left even after that.”

Squall was badly exhausted himself and was still growing. Vayne was there as well, but he had only recently begun using the hero’s power, and his own gift was fundamentally better suited to combat.

Werlich understood Ren’s vague answer and nodded.

“Still, this must have been one hell of an operation. I didn’t expect the Lion’s Holy Office to have knights deployed here too.”

When Vayne and the others arrived, Orphide had already hinted that Leomel had forces hidden nearby. Skilled knights had indeed been stationed in Windea as a precaution. Orphide himself would have been a heavy burden for them, but ordinary Demon King cultists were another matter, and the knights could also reinforce Vayne’s group if necessary.

The fallen Orphide was now under the knights’ jurisdiction. Ren could leave everything else to them; his part was finished. He had failed to learn the mysterious girl’s whereabouts, but Orphide’s reaction had still told him something.

That alone might have been enough for now. Ren’s participation in the battle had unquestionably mattered in more ways than one.

“Shall we go back?”

“…”

“Ren?”

Ren had been lost in thought. When his response came late, Werlich waved a hand in front of his face.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. You seem tired.”

Normally Werlich might have nudged Ren in the side, but not when he was this exhausted. He settled for a broad grin once Ren finally responded.

“Can you walk on your own?”

“I’ll be fine. But I might fall asleep if I let my guard down.”

“In that case, rest inside Lemuria.”

“…I’ll do that.”

As Ren stood, one of the Lion’s Holy Office knights noticed him and came over.

“Ren-dono, leave the rest to us.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

The knight couldn’t help feeling impressed. Ren, who rarely showed fatigue even during training, stood before him with torn clothes and an arm hanging uselessly.

After saying goodbye to Vayne and the others, Ren boarded Lemuria.

Ordinarily, reaching this altitude would have been difficult even for Lemuria. Tonight, however, the unusual state of the surrounding mana after Orphide’s actions, combined with Lemuria’s high performance, made the ascent possible.

Spring had only just begun, and the ship had also undergone repairs not long before.

Rather than returning to his cabin, Ren went to the bridge and dropped onto the large sofa in one corner. Werlich laughed. “You should sleep in your room.”

“Something might happen, so I’ll rest here.”

“Hey now… Whenever you say things like that, something always seems to happen.”

“That’s not my intention. Besides… it’s a matter of feeling.”

For some reason Ren wanted to remain on the bridge. Werlich could tell it was more than simple consideration for the crew.

“Suit yourself. If anything happens, call for me.”

Soon afterward, the ship’s engine came to life and Lemuria began moving away from Windea.

Ren’s consciousness faded there. While piloting, Werlich glanced back and found him asleep on the sofa, head resting on the padded armrest, legs stretched out beneath a large blanket.

Given Ren’s condition, Werlich made an extra effort to fly smoothly.

Several hours later, when Ren woke up, he was still inside the bridge.

The only difference was that Lemuria had already arrived at Elendil’s Hanging Garden.

Ren felt even more sluggish than he had before falling asleep.

Ren let out a big yawn.

As he tried to sit up,

“No, stay in bed.”

“You shouldn’t push yourself yet.”

Voices came from in front of the sofa.

“Why are you here?”

It was Licia and Fiona.

They were still wearing their uniforms. Their clothes weren’t as battered as Ren’s, but they were visibly disheveled.

Both girls were holding Ren’s injured arm. Black and white mana flowed from their hands, leaving Ren unsure what exactly they were doing.

“Haha, you look like you want an explanation.”

“Exactly. How did we end up in this situation?”

When Lemuria returned, Licia and Fiona had come over from town. Even late into the night, they had continued fulfilling their duties as nobles—gathering information and dealing with several appearances by the enemy.

“What? Enemies?”

“The people who attacked near the train. More of them appeared on the road outside Elendil, so Fiona-sama and I dealt with them.”

“W-Why would you do something that dangerous—!?”

“Oh, come on… Are you really going to say that, Ren-kun?”

“Well, I’m a knight’s son!”

Ren briefly wondered how they had received permission to fight, then remembered that Chronois had come from the Imperial Capital to Elendil. With Chronois nearby, accompanying her to the road may actually have been safer than remaining in town.

That also explained why their uniforms were slightly dirty.

When Ren had tried to ask them for more details, Licia told him, “I’ll tell you later.”

“…All right. I’ll ask later.” Ren looked down at his own arm.

“Huh?”

He noticed that something about his arm had changed.

“That’s a relief. It seems to be working.”

The black discoloration caused by Orphide’s power was gradually fading from Ren’s arm.

Fiona was using the power of the Black Shrine Maiden. She had wondered whether it might be able to remove the corruption left by the Demon King cult.

The deeper physical damage remained, however, and pain still reached down into the muscle fibers.

“Leave that to me,” Licia said, applying Sacred Magic.

Under other circumstances, Licia might have had complicated feelings about Fiona using the Black Shrine Maiden’s power. With Ren injured, there was no room for that. She was simply relieved that Fiona’s ability was helping him.

The deep damage in Ren’s arm began to heal as Licia’s Sacred Magic reached the injured muscles.

“How’s it? Has it gotten even a little better?”

“Well, it’s definitely improving, but it’s not there yet.”

At some point, Ren had stopped feeling embarrassed about showing weakness in front of these two.

Still lying down, he looked at the two beautiful girls kneeling beside the sofa.

“It’s still incredibly painful.”

His voice sounded unusually weak.

Both girls immediately softened into gentle smiles and continued comforting him.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

A few nights later.

Before the rainy season arrived, there were already many hot days.

Today was no exception, and many students were wearing their summer uniforms.

Ren had rolled up his shirt sleeves several times, and Radius had done the same.

The Imperial Capital had returned to normal faster than expected, and regular classes at the academy resumed that day.

Before the morning classes began, the two of them were on the rooftop.

“It’s finally calm enough for us to talk.”

They had both been busy with post-operation work, so this was their first chance to talk since the Windea incident.

“I’m glad the Orphide incident ended safely.”

“Yeah. It was partly for my own sake too.”

“For your sake?”

“Ah… I mean I fought to protect the place where I belong.”

“I see.”

Ren covered up the matter of the dream with a plausible answer, and Radius accepted it without suspicion.

Ren was considering sharing the name of the girl from his dreams with Radius and Ulysses soon.

Now he could simply say he had learned it from Orphide.

As long as he avoided discussing his knowledge of Legend of the Seven Heroes, there should be no problem.

“The operation was completed successfully. Priest Orphide was stronger than we anticipated, but as I said, Ren’s assistance helped us bring it to a safe conclusion.”

“So, everything is completely settled?”

“That’s right. Now, we’re in the stage of thinking about where they’ll appear next.”

“Alright, as long as that’s the case.”

In terms of Legend of the Seven Heroes II, Chapter 1 had now reached its conclusion. Ren and Radius discussed several other matters as well.

It had only been a few hectic days, yet it felt as though they had gone months without speaking. That was how dense those days had been. The battle with Orphide had also strengthened Ren’s Magic Sword Summoning.

Level 7: Can summon up to three Magic Swords.

Ren wondered whether he would ever need three Magic Swords at once. He could summon them and keep them at his waist, but if that became practical, he would probably need to commission a special scabbard from Werlich.

“So you finally showed everyone what you can do.”

“‘Showed everyone’ makes it sound deliberate. It just happened to be the right time.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s all it was. It’s not worth making a fuss over.”

“Someone from the Lion’s Holy Office laughed and said we finally got to show the value of ‘our boy.’”

“…Who said that?”

“Director Estelle.”

Ren gave a wry smile at the thought of Estelle saying something like that.

“Well, take it easy for a while.”

“That’s the plan. Maybe I’ll just go to the Lion’s Holy Office and swing a sword around.”

“I’m not sure that counts as resting, but if it suits you, fine. Just remember Ragna may contact you without warning.”

Saying that, Radius took out a piece of stationery from his pocket.

“For me?”

“Not from me, but from Ragna.”

At this time of year, hearing that a letter had come from the researcher made its contents easy to guess. Ren opened it in front of Radius. Only one sentence sat in the middle of the page:

“The key is repaired. I’ll contact you again soon.”

Sending a letter just to say one sentence was somewhat typical of Ragna.

Ren put the letter in his pocket.

“It was probably a short message anyway.”

“How did you know?”

“I’ve known Ragna a long time. A few years ago I sent him a letter asking for help with some work. I don’t even remember what it was now, but his entire reply was two characters: ‘No.’”

“…That does sound like Ragna.”

While talking, Ren thought back to the events that had unfolded since this spring.

First, he had gone to the Sword Garden and met the Sword King, Lutreche.

Lutreche had suggested checking the Emblem Contract. That advice led Ren to travel to Windea with Ragna in search of the legendary bard Mudi’s hideout. By repairing the key found at Geno Orphanage in Eupheim’s Old Town, they hoped to learn more about Cecil Ashton and the former director of Geno Orphanage.

That had been the simple beginning, yet the spring had become extraordinarily eventful.

“Well, I should be going now. I need to talk to Mirei.”

“Got it. Then I’ll go too.”

Ren parted from Radius just outside the rooftop, then headed down the hall to where Licia and Fiona were waiting. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said as he joined them.

“After everything that happened, is it really okay for the academy to be running normally already?”

“Is that so? Isn’t this the norm?”

“There haven’t been any more incidents. Besides, there might be more nobles angry about canceled classes than relieved by them. Our time here is limited, after all.”

That was especially true at an elite academy renowned both within Leomel and abroad.

“That’s true,” Ren agreed.

There was still time before the first class. The three walked through the corridor, thinking they might pass it with tea in the cafeteria, when another student called out.

“Clausel-san! You were amazing the other day!”

“Thank you.”

A teacher who had heard how Fiona had driven away Demon King cultists with her magic also stopped to praise her.

“It’s true, Ignat-kun, I heard you did a splendid job using magic to drive away the Demon King cultists.”

“Thank you very much, sensei.”

They were talking about the fight outside the magic train. Some students had personally seen Licia and Fiona use their powers, while other teachers had heard the story, so the two girls were occasionally stopped and praised.

Ren, by contrast, attracted almost no attention. He hadn’t fought after leaving the train; Licia and Fiona had neutralized the cultists so thoroughly that few people even knew he had been with them.

The Orphide incident hadn’t yet been made public. Given what had happened and who had been involved, the information was still being handled carefully.

“Hey, Ren, is your hand okay now?”

Licia asked, and Fiona continued, 

“You looked like you were in pain until yesterday. Are you okay?”

Thanks to Licia and Fiona, Ren’s arm had finally begun moving normally again that morning—an impossibly fast recovery by ordinary standards, though it had still taken longer than he was used to.

Fiona lived in the girls’ dormitory, but worry had brought her to Elendil early the previous morning as well.

“It’s completely fine now. Thanks to both of you.”

Hearing his response, they also felt relieved.

As the three descended the stairs, a pleasant breeze drifted through the landing window and made them stop for a moment.

While they stood there, Licia brought up one unresolved piece of information.

“…Come to think of it, what happened in the Great Sea of Trees?”

The Great Sea of Trees Estelle had investigated contained the lair of the Black Emperor’s Horn Behemoth.

It was a monster powerful enough to justify sending someone of Estelle’s caliber.

The investigation had begun because Demon King cult mana was detected deep within the Great Sea of Trees. However—

“Estelle-sama said the Black Emperor’s Horn Behemoth hid deep inside its lair and refused to come out, remember?”

“She also said it looked frightened by something.”

Ren had been concerned about that too, but now there was no way to verify it.

What had happened deep within the Great Sea of Trees? What had frightened the Black Emperor’s Horn Behemoth?

Although investigations were still ongoing in the area surrounding the site, Estelle, who had returned to the imperial capital, had said yesterday:

“We’ll continue the investigation just in case, but I don’t expect to find any significant information with the current situation.”

Based on Estelle’s long military experience, she believed the investigation was unlikely to produce anything decisive.

When Ren heard the report, his thoughts immediately went to the girl from his dreams—the same girl Orphide’s reaction had given him another clue about. The Black Emperor’s Horn Behemoth had been afraid of something. Ren didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but he couldn’t help wondering whether she had been involved.

She was someone Ren was determined to question, no matter what it took. A mysterious girl who seemed to know what Ren Ashton had been a mastermind to—and many other things Ren needed to learn.

While thinking about her, Ren walked down the corridor with Licia and Fiona. Ahead of them appeared Vayne and the other six Hero House descendants, still gathered together only a short time after the battle.

When the groups met, Vayne jogged ahead of the other six and approached Ren. Licia and Fiona stepped back a little to give them room.

“Ren! Is your arm really okay now?”

“Yeah, thanks to both of them.”

Behind the shy Ren, Licia and Fiona smiled.

“Ah, that’s really good.”

“You guys had a tough time too. Are your injuries okay?”

“We’re getting there, slowly,” 

Vayne replied with a laugh. They had also used potions and healing magic to recover, but they were still feeling fatigued. The battle that night had been a fierce one.

Vayne, Sera, and Kaito—the three who had fought at the front—were still suffering from muscle pain.

Changing the subject, Ren said.

“Congratulations on finding your ancestor’s bow, Rofelia-senpai.”

“Thank you. I said it that night as well, but it’s thanks to you, Ashton-kun.”

“No, not at all. I just requested the investigation of the stairs because I was curious.”

That made the second piece of Hero Equipment recovered by the descendants. The Hero Faction would likely become even more energized, but as Radius had said, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for the people of Leomel.

“Will I also find my ancestor’s weapon?” 

Vayne asked, gazing into the distance outside the window.

Ren replied, “I’m sure you’ll,” and Vayne turned his gaze back from outside the window, showing a smile and his white teeth.

“It’s strange. When you say it, it makes me believe it might really happen.”

The conversation ended, and the three and the seven people passed by each other. As Ren and the others were about to leave the area, Vayne turned back and shouted, “Hey!”

In response, the three stopped and turned around.

“We really appreciate what you did the other day!”

“It’s all right. We already said our thanks in Windea.”

With a smile, Ren said his farewell and walked further down the corridor with Licia and Fiona.

After the three walked away, Kaito remembered something Sera had told him around this time the previous year.

“What I’m saying is… if you underestimate Ren Ashton, even that great shield of yours might get shattered.”

Kaito had dismissed the warning as ridiculous at the time. After witnessing the battle in Windea, he saw it differently.

If… if that strength Ren had shown at that time had been directed at him.

While intentionally avoiding thinking about it clearly, he couldn’t help but consider it.

There was no reason for Kaito to fight Ren. At least for now, he couldn’t imagine circumstances that would make that happen—and the same was true of Licia and Fiona.

“……”

“Kaito-senpai? What’s wrong?”

Vayne asked Kaito, who had been silently watching Ren and the others’ backs. 

“No, it’s nothing.”

Kaito didn’t pause for long. He changed his expression and laughed it off.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

Before summer came, there were exams. Unlike the examination Fiona, now in the highest year, had recently taken, these were midterm exams held for every grade.

Recent turmoil didn’t make schoolwork any less important. The three had been too busy to study as much as usual, but none wanted their grades to fall.

After school, Ren, Licia, and Fiona visited several bookstores around the Imperial Capital instead of going straight home. The reference books they bought filled the paper bags in their hands.

The Imperial Capital was especially lively that day as people who had avoided going out during the recent disturbances returned to the streets all at once. It wasn’t as crowded as during the Lion King Grand Festival, but the streets were busier than usual. Anyone careless could easily get separated. Despite Ren’s efforts to keep track of both girls, Licia and Fiona’s hands brushed in the crowd and, before long, they had linked hands.

They looked at each other and gave wry smiles.

“A temporary alliance?”

“Yes. That seems safest for now.”

Neither wanted to become separated and trouble Ren, so they decided to keep holding hands until the crowd thinned. Ren was visibly surprised when he noticed.

“Sorry. If I were a woman, we probably wouldn’t have to hesitate about this.”

What he really seemed to mean was, Please don’t get lost now. But the words he had actually chosen were so bold that both girls swallowed their immediate reactions.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“We’ll be fine.”

The two romantic rivals put on brave smiles.

A carriage belonging to the Imperial Capital Grand Temple passed nearby. Because it belonged to the Elfen Church, Licia almost stiffened—but most of her attention was occupied by the fact that she was holding Fiona’s hand, so the reaction never fully surfaced.

As they neared the district containing the academy buildings, the crowd gradually thinned. Licia and Fiona let go and continued walking separately, talking as they moved ahead of Ren.

They spoke about the Great Sea of Trees, small matters from academy life, and even renting a training ground for another spar.

“I won’t lose next time.”

“No, next time, I’ll win.”

The day Licia became a Sword Saint probably wasn’t far away. Thinking about that, Ren—who had reached the rank ahead of her—found himself wondering something.

(What will be the trigger that lets Licia become a Sword Saint?)

Remembering how much he himself had struggled, Ren wondered whether Licia might have to face a similar hurdle.

Licia had already been a Sword Adept for quite some time. Even that was extraordinarily fast; advancing a single rank normally took years, sometimes more than a decade, and the leap from Sword Adept to Sword Saint was especially difficult.

But with Licia’s dedication, it wasn’t impossible to imagine. Fiona likewise worked relentlessly and had recently demonstrated extraordinary magic outside the train. Hearing the two push each other forward made Ren feel he couldn’t afford to fall behind.

There was something even more important than becoming stronger: the tragedy he still didn’t understand, and the reason he had chosen to fight Orphide.

“You can see it, can’t you? I just killed her.”

Why had the White Saint Licia and Ren Ashton ever ended up in such a situation?

The answer might be closer than he had once thought.

“But I wonder—whose mastermind are you? You stood at the center of that turmoil, so perhaps to Leomel you were the mastermind behind the incident. The same may be true for the Elfen Church. To the Demon King cult, you’re an enemy protecting the descendants of the Seven Heroes. And to the cultists cut down as though they had been led into a trap, you must look like the mastermind behind the entire scheme. So what, exactly, is your position?”

Who had Ren Ashton been an enemy to?

The Demon King cult? Leomel? The Elfen Church? Perhaps even the world itself—though that might be taking things too far.

He had to find her.

She had to know the reason behind that tragedy. The idea that she could know it before it happened in this world created a contradiction, but someone like her might possess other information that led to the answer.

Ren still didn’t understand what she had been trying to tell him, but he felt himself getting closer, little by little, to what had happened in that other world line.

“Haa…”

Ren sighed as he followed the girls.

“Where could she be…?”

The words slipped out almost unconsciously.

The two girls ahead of him stopped dead.

They certainly couldn’t ignore that. The word ‘she’ didn’t necessarily imply a romantic relationship, but they still wanted to know exactly who Ren meant. Slowly, both turned around.

“Huh, both of you, is something wrong?”

Neither girl thought it would be dignified to make a scene and demand, ‘Who’s that woman?’ when they weren’t even dating Ren.

“W-Who are you looking for…?”

“W-Who are you looking for…?”

Licia and Fiona asked at almost the same time, both trying to sound restrained despite their obvious agitation.

This was too serious to explain casually in the middle of the street. Ren decided to tell them properly later.

“It’s connected to the Demon King cult, so I’ll explain everything later.”

That answer satisfied them enough that both nodded solemnly.

None of the three felt like going straight home, so they entered a nearby park. Licia and Fiona sat on a bench while Ren stood beside them. They had bought cold drinks from a nearby stall and now looked up at the sky with the cups in hand.

Fiona’s voice brightened as she said.

“Look, the stars are so beautiful tonight!”

The stars weren’t quite as overwhelming as those Ren had seen in Windea, but they came close. Countless points of light, large enough to seem almost within reach, filled the black sky.

It was a quiet moment shared by the three of them. After everything that had happened, they finally felt themselves begin to relax. After several minutes of watching the stars, Licia made a suggestion.

“Hey, Ren, how about training together next time?”

“At the Lion’s Holy Office?”

“No. Like when Fiona-sama and I sparred at the training ground the other day. This time, all three of us.”

Ren liked the idea. For someone aiming to become a Sword King, it was an opportunity he would welcome.

“Ah, but before that, we have mid-term exams…”

Ren’s reminder made both girls exclaim in realization. Training mattered, but the approaching midterms came first. The three were normally strong students, yet recent events had kept them from studying as much as they wanted, leaving them slightly anxious.

“Before training, shall we study in our usual room?”

“That sounds good.”

Licia asked Fiona in a more casual tone. The two agreed, and Ren decided to join them.

There was no shortage of things to think about: exams, training, the legendary bard Mudi’s hideout, the girl from Ren’s dreams, Cecil Ashton, and the truth behind the tragedy.

Soon, Ren’s fifteenth summer would arrive.

—What kind of summer would it be?

Ren wondered as he exchanged smiles with Licia and Fiona.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

In a large town within another noble’s territory, not far from the territory of Hero House Rofelia—

A beautiful girl had eaten alone at the restaurant of an expensive inn. After finishing, she left immediately and started back toward her room.

Then, on the way, she sensed a presence.

She changed course and headed for the inn’s rooftop.

Using a staff staircase, she entered an area guests weren’t permitted to access. The rooftop was simply a roof, without anything like an observation deck. A man in a pitch-black robe was waiting there.

When the girl arrived, the man dropped to one knee and bowed his head.

The wind at that height stirred the girl’s hair and the man’s robe.

“I apologize for the sudden visit.”

“It’s fine. So, what do you need from me?”

“…Orphide-sama has gone to His Majesty.”

When a Demon King cultist died, his fellow believers didn’t describe it as ‘going to Elfen.’

The girl answered with a curt, “I see,” and looked toward the sky. She lowered her eyes for a moment in mourning for Orphide.

“Thank you for informing me. Is there anything else?”

“…Yes.”

The Demon King cultist clearly didn’t want to continue. Seconds passed, then more than ten, and his reluctance only grew—but he couldn’t leave the words unsaid.

“…Before you anger the Cult Leader any further, might it be wiser for you to return—!?”

The pressure radiating from the girl abruptly forced the Demon King cultist down onto the rooftop.

This must have been what it meant to feel as though one were no longer alive. Ordinarily the man might have been captivated by the beautiful girl’s smile. Now that same smile terrified him.

The pressure prickled against his skin. The girl bent her knees to bring her eyes closer to his, and there was no room in his mind to be distracted even by the slender legs visible beneath her crimson dress.

“Hey,” 

she said.

Rather than the pressure diminishing, it increased.

“People live for one of two reasons: chance, or strength. Either they happen to survive without meeting the world’s absurdity, or they’re strong enough to throw that absurdity aside.”

The girl’s point was that someday a person’s luck might run out—perhaps suddenly, without warning.

“Which one are you?”

Silver hair streaked with black. Two eyes more beautiful than gemstones.

Under the girl’s gaze, the man’s breathing grew ragged. He couldn’t answer; he could only tremble.

Seeing that, the girl stood and changed the subject. The shift was abrupt, but once she spoke, her intent became clear.

“There’s no word more useful than the concept of justice when people want to legitimize themselves.”

“…What?”

“Every intelligent creature has built civilization by feeding on that ‘justice.’ People like that survive in every age. Just look at the Elfen Church.”

“I hate it. I hate vulgar people who convince themselves that they’re righteous, force everything onto others, and then insist that it’s justice. So to the Cult Leader… no.”

“Tell my brother exactly what I just said. You came here at my brother’s direction anyway, didn’t you?”

The girl turned her back on the man.

Ren had once heard her say in his dream: “Don’t say something so cruel. I decided to do this on my own, so you could at least hear me out without being so reluctant.”

The name of the girl Ren had seen in that dream was—

“I’m Eve. Cult Leader Medario’s younger sister.”

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