"This is....."
This is a transition that will happen several times today.
The place that appears is a familiar place for me. It was by the spring of the messiah forest.
The terrible air that has just been inverted turns into something divine and pure.
My body relaxed in a sense of security and slipped into the ground.
My tension thread, which I've been holding on to for a long time, has been slightly cut.
I was just going to lower my hips, but I couldn't support my body and fell down.
It seems to have exhausted both body and mind more than I thought.
Anyway, there's no one here, so can I stay like this? He leaned on his back on a hard, cold ground.
From everyone who came to rescue me - away from Ansel's eyes and relieved on the contrary.
To be honest, I wanted you to wait until you can sort out your mind a little bit more.
I don't feel like getting up for a while.
Ahhh - but there's something I need to finish first...
He squeezed his last breath and called me out of here.
"Cassandra?"
I have no doubt who I am.
"I'm glad you're safe. I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
A voice that doesn't make a sound sounds directly in front of you.
It hasn't been a year, but I feel like I miss it a lot.
I did my best to help Yuka and send in Galatea's protective stones.
Shake her head slightly to apologize to Cassandra.
"Never mind. You can't interfere with the woods from another dimension, and my escort is not your job."
Answer rather than dislike.
In the story I heard before, Cassandra certainly dragged herself all the way to the sanctuary, preparing for a calamity once every 300 years, with all sorts of preparations and ongoing support.
I don't know the details, but it's mainly about setting the stage for humans to fight.
From the transmission, manipulation and blocking of information, to the accumulation and management of magic originally possessed by the Prophet, to the combination of the reincarnation of the other world to heal my soul, it seems that its contents are in a wide variety of parts that are not known.
I'm not going to rely on the human side for my safety management.
When Yuka came running, she said she could use magic.
With Troy's death gone, Cassandra is finally able to do it directly. Before that, I just wanted to thank you for sending me Galatea's protective stones.
Rather, they called me so suddenly in a metastasis that I was worried about everyone I left behind. I'm afraid you're worried again.
It's okay. The Tristan are holding everyone back and getting a post-treatment. Because he is a hidden prophet, he instinctively understands your present safety. "
The concern in my head was immediately answered.
Originally, all the magic of the prophets in the last 300 years has been accumulated in your protective stones. The only exception he made was that he expected too much fighting qualities. "
I've been expecting it for a long time, but I'm strangely convinced that it has been explained again.
Well, Tristan wouldn't be so obsessed if he was even sure I was safe. Because it's basically super lethargic.
"So, why did you bring me here?
Now that your concerns have been resolved, let's get down to business.
To make a mistake. Inside and outside, you were overexposed. [M] Immediately immerse yourself in spring water. I'll help you get rid of the filth, too. "
"--------------"
Reflectively, the words gave rise to an uncontrollable sense of repudiation.
Preparations for the next battle have already begun. The spirit of the monster is incompatible with that of the Great Prophet. It's necessary to keep you in the best possible condition. "
Cassandra told me indifferently about my inner rejection.
Next battle - I feel unexpectedly distracted.
That's right. Grace is still there, and we haven't solved any of the other world's gate problems. Instead, it's going to be real.
It will be important to prepare for the final duel - I understand, but not now.
Finally, a long day... and it just ended with a tough ending...
Cassandra's explanation continued.
The time has come for the gate to open and close due to repeated summonses.
I can't help but feel uncomfortable with reports I can't abandon. Because I knew something about it.
"Probably next spring. For the first time in 300 years, the monster invasion begins in King's Landing. It's up to you, the Great Prophet, to stop it."
"I won't do it."
I refused briefly. No matter how you persuade me, I won't waver. It's not logical, even if it hurts.
"There may be problems in both your mind and body?
"I don't mind."
However, in a word of "filth," everything today - until Troy's thoughts - was going to be washed away too lightly, and it was unacceptable.
I'm sure it's just as painful.
If there is any Trojan left in me, it will not be erased until my mission as a Great Prophet is complete.
Because I want to fight with what Troy left behind.
"Now it's time to carry everything. At least until the end of the invasion."
─ Okay. Then, I'll make sure to do it then. In the long run, it is a fact that this state is a burden on your body and mind. "
Easily acknowledged and, on the contrary, applauded.
"You're not going to stop this ridiculous complacency of feelings...?
Your decision outweighs all cause and effect. It's called the Great Prophet. I wonder if it's ridiculous or not, and what that choice means. "
You should take care of a short moment of tranquility.
When it came, Cassandra said goodbye, leaving words similar to such prayers.
The next time I see you, I'm sure next spring will be the final match.
And now it's time to be alone.
An overwhelming silence spreading instantly.
"--That's it...."
- I'm really tired.
This has not happened in decades. Maybe it's the first time in a long life.
My heart is about to break.
The bitterness comes back and forth like an endless wave. I don't want to think about anything, but I can't help thinking about it.
Troy's last words in his ears stuck in his heart.
I wish I hadn't met you.
Troy's words are everything.
After showing the chased child, who was only six years old, a brief moment of salvation, he plunged into despair.
I wish we hadn't met. - I agree.
As long as there are no reincarnated people in my hometown, as I was, and they grow up separately.
If I hadn't met Zachariah, I might eventually have been able to get back on my own and get used to the world.
I couldn't teach him to live now. Because I wasn't. I gave up my past desperately and didn't even look to the future.
Primary school student at the time of Troy's last life. Even when memory awakens, consciousness is only a child.
In the first place, I would have missed my original parents and the world. But if I had grown up and grown up, both physically and mentally, I would have been able to accept this world.
Rather, it is naturally because I was a child.
Unless you met me in the most confused and painful time.
Farewell to the encounter has driven Troy's life in the wrong direction. Because the despair that you shouldn't have tasted made you carry out the summoning ritual when you were only seven years old.
And I met the monster that was behind Grace, and I let him run off the road that I could never turn back again.
I drove Troy's life insane to the point where it couldn't be fixed.
For the first time, I wonder from the bottom of my heart.
Why did Zachariah have a life?
It is clearly heterogeneous compared to Galatea, Demetria, and Gladys.
It seems to me that the original duty as a great prophet was to do nothing, but rather to do something extra and disappear, even a meaningless existence.
What should I have done?
Repeat the barren question without answering it in your head.
As Troy ridiculed, no matter how despised, should I have anticipated the future and looked for a peaceful solution?
In order not to rub backwards, I was able to line up only the good words that were not in my heart, and I was sure that I would buy time for the rescue to arrive.
Even if I had given up persuasion on that spot, I would have prevented the incomplete summons itself from remaining fierce. At least he didn't die.
You don't want to control people's minds with prophecy, unless you're obsessed with everything clean.
But it's not my real life anymore. A decision that was pulled by others. What is different from brainwashing?
That's what I'm talking about, living my life.
If you want it to happen to people, you have to penetrate first.
I remember it all the time, in a grand tour.
Speaking of which, I had predicted myself in the summer.
--Ah, this is definitely tough...
As he sank into the sea of heavy thoughts, his consciousness soon fell into darkness.