Christa Oaken had wandered the king's capital without guessing and had reached an abandoned church.
"... because of me, Master Olivier... what shall I do, Jared, how shall I apologize to you"
He was following Cassandra Hagendorf because she was made a threatening material of thinkers, with paranormal powers.
As a result, I took my fiancée from a friend.
It was from a distance that Cassandra's attempt ended in failure.
The resurrection of the distant ancestors, the original ancestors, was also all seen with this eye.
The girl, who had the power to be compared to her ancestors, did not show herself in that place because, for one thing, she could not stand before her friends.
I was afraid of what they would say.
I was frightened and unable to move on all of it, whether I would be spared a grudge, whether I would be struck by anger, or whether I would let myself be attacked by anger.
Lars, the thinker of Christa, and Jared, a dear friend, met as well.
My brother wanted a normal life and put me in school, but I had a feeling it would be a boring day because everything was different from others.
But the reality was different.
School life was fun and fulfilling thanks to two friends.
If I insist, it was about two friends not taking much to school. But you can change if you can even trigger it.
I worked with my classmates via Jared and Lars and was blessed with many friends.
"I suck. I betrayed you, Jared, by putting two of my friends on the scale."
But you'll never live school life with two friends again.
I have a sense that that's all I've done.
Christa prayed to God she didn't even believe in.
- Please. Please, Jared, let me get Master Olivier back!
If my wish comes true, I will pay any price.
If I could go back in time, I would have made a definitely different choice if I had known about this result.
Tearful and regrettable girl's ears, someone's feet and approaching.
I thought there was no such thing as a fan of stepping into an abandoned church.
The girl, who didn't want to be seen crying about who it would be, tried to erase the signs and stopped being surprised.
"-Good. I finally found you, Christa."
There was a boy there who wanted to see me.
One of my two friends I've been with since I enrolled in school.
The first person I fell in love with at the same time as being a dear friend.
Lars - No, no, Ralph W. Fairliger.
He was the first prince of this Weathered Kingdom.
"Why?"
"Huh, you can be happy for me. I have a new friend. The name is Pfile. He's a former assassin, but he's a good person."
"... could it be"
"Mm-hmm. He found Krista, and all the escorts to this place were contracted by him. I can't thank you enough."
Outside the abandoned church, I felt signs of standing.
Any signs I've ever felt would belong to Pfile.
"Why not?"
"Jared asked me to do it. Krista is suffering."
"... lying"
I doubted my ears.
I also can't believe Lars came to this occasion, but I don't understand how that triggered Jared.
Because it's not like you care about yourself for all that you've done.
"I heard the approximate story from Pfile. My friend had a hard time. It's regrettable that you weren't there."
Lars found out only after it was all over.
"Even when Krista was suffering, I couldn't be by her side. What a friend... I've never thought I was so useless. I'm sorry."
"... Lars, you need to apologize. Oh, my God, I'm sorry."
At last, I couldn't bear it and my tears blew and spilled.
Lars knelt down by Krista and gave me a gentle hug.
"I came to help. For a friend-- no, no. Let's not fix it now. I'm here for Christa, who cares."
"... thank you, Mr. Lars"
"I've always wanted to support Krista. I want you to stay by my side the whole time. At a time like this, it may be cowardly to say this - but I love Christa Oaken. Please, I want you to get married."