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—THE RETURN 

—In a dark, cold, and indistinct space, the soft patter of bare feet continued to echo at regular intervals. 

In that lightless world, that space with nothing but unfathomable darkness spreading forth, the source of those footsteps had arrived without ever going astray. The trip had been made with the ease of someone walking into their own bedroom. 

The sound of dripping water, the cries of insects crawling about, the sensation of mud and gravel beneath the soles of her bare feet—she pushed past them all. 

Finally, she arrived at the deepest reaches of that darkness. She stretched out a hand and stroked a mossy, slippery wall. 

Instantly, faint lights floated up and danced around her as a lukewarm wind blew through the wall. Her long pink hair and white cloak flapped in that wind. The hovering pinpricks of light circled around her as she slowly passed through the barrier. 

“So the reactivation ritual has remained intact.” 

The figure—no, the girl—murmured offhandedly as she slipped outside. The next instant, a dazzling shaft of light made her close her eyes. After walking through the darkness underground, the sunrays outside were like daggers to her eyes. She blinked several times before she could see the world anew. 

—In the sky taller than the trees of the forest, she saw the sun had only just begun to rise. 

“…Surprisingly, I am unmoved.” 

With the sunlight striking her eyes, the girl seemed disappointed as she tilted her head. 

Just as she had said, there was no surge of emotion visible within her impassive eyes. She’d expected something from seeing the real sun after gazing upon a false one for so long, but it didn’t affect her as much as she’d thought it would. 

All that said, she was free to applaud the trick she had played, the performance she had delivered. She felt a sense of accomplishment. She’d recovered the magic crystal she’d had her eye on from the very beginning, and for the moment, she had nothing to be concerned of while wandering about. 

“My only regret is that since I was forced to borrow that thing’s help, I was unable to see her crushed by the Trial…but she did lift the barrier. I suppose I shall chalk it up as breaking even.” 

Had it not been for that, she—no, the vessel—would never have been able to venture out from the Sanctuary. 

She had been in a veritable deadlock, drowning in the cleverness of her own scheme. Atypically, thinking of the girl who’d freed her from that situation made her chest overflow with emotions that were difficult to put into words. 

“…Well, I don’t really mind. I really can’t overwork this body, and I’d anticipated having to walk around for a while to fill in all the blanks. There’s no need to obsess over such things…for now.” 


The girl opened and closed her hands to check on the condition of her body. 

This was the result of repeatedly exerting herself on the replica, who had a soul identical in nature to the girl whose body had become the core of the barrier. She’d grafted a piece of her soul inside the replica who had once entered the tomb, taking over bit by tiny bit. 

Revival by attaching a soul to the body of another—strictly speaking, this differed from reviving the dead, but it was unquestionably similar, rough around the edges as it might be. It would take time to become fully accustomed to the body, but there was no way around that. 

Surely, it was a time to be grateful that she could walk around with her old soul and her new body at all. 

“As for a name…it has been so long. Perhaps, in accordance with his knowledge, I should call myself Omega?” 

The word bore the meaning of “the end.” Given her current situation, there was no name more fitting. 

The girl relaxed her lips as she stepped onto grass, slipping through gaps between the trees and emerging from the forest. 

An ever-so-slight discomfort could be detected in her gait, but it was nothing truly significant. Fatigue and pain merely meant body and soul were well and truly connected. She could not help but enjoy the feeling of being alive after so long. 

“Beatrice has parted ways with the archive of forbidden books. Roswaal has lost his guiding light. But that young man pulled something from the embers, and Garf… Garfiel, with all that anger stored up inside, is a pile of smoldering coals indeed. From the shadows, I suppose I should watch over their valiant exploits as they face him under the light of day.” 

The girl intentionally avoided commenting on her slight mental slip as she walked forth. 

A world was waiting for her—a world where nothing was faded and muted, a mountain filled with treasure to satisfy her inexhaustible greed for knowledge. 

“And as I go, perhaps the day will come when I finally understand?” 

The girl smiled as she gazed at a single flower along the road. 

Plucking one of its petals with her fingers, she breathed in its scent and subsequently tossed it into her mouth. 

The flower, so proudly displaying its beauty to the world, would someday wither. Why did flowers wither? 

Why did beautiful memories shared by people grow faint one day? 

“—Ahhh, why does love fade so…?” 

The girl walked forward, her long pink hair swaying as she murmured to herself. 

The Witch had been released unto the world once more. 

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