"But rather."
"With you together."
Those days spent learning Magic with Shiayar in the Little Flying House, during breaks, fantasizing about mastering Magic, walking under the sun with joy and anticipation.
It was because being by his side gave it meaning.
But now, that lazy-looking boy, always with a little white ferret on his shoulder, who enjoyed patting her head, was not by her side.
The beautiful world of the Western Continent, the bright sunshine devoid of pollution and madness—
To Hathaway, it held no allure.
A hint of loss flashed in the eyes of the Golden Elf.
But soon, the slight melancholy in those crimson gold eyes calmed down.
She indeed had not seen him for a very long time.
She wasn't even sure if the young man beneath the Abyss was dead or alive.
However, just as the promise she made with that young man at their farewell.
The next time they meet again.
She must do so with a smile.
