"Not for now. If any problems really come up, we'll talk about it then."
"Okay~. So~, anything else~?"
"..."
The same question as before. Standing next to Su'er, Think also looked out at the two colossal figures attacking each other in the distance, her question light as a feather. But this time, Su'er was slow to respond.
"That... Think?" At some point, Su'er had given up on using the provocative title of "the great Miss Nilvalen" when speaking. He softly called her name.
"Hmm?"
"The thing you once said... the thing you most wanted to do... is it still that?" Su'er's words were hesitant, and he frowned in thought, his gaze still fixed on the distant battlefield.
"Oh~, the thing I most wanted to do, huh~. Is it that~, or not~?" The end of her voice rose playfully, her words skipping.
Even though the Elf's lifespan is several times that of Imanity, the span of time is unequal for the two races. But even without that extraordinary memory, Think still knew what Su'er was talking about—the thing she had mentioned only once to him.
"To kill all the other races on the entire planet... to end the great war in that way..." Su'er repeated the words Think had said to him in that dark cave with the bonfire. He had never forgotten.
This was an even more absurd idea than the world Riku and Su'er wanted to achieve, a miracle that was almost impossible to realize. Although the words were filled with a bloody aura, Think was the first being Su'er had ever met who wanted to end this great war and actually had a slight chance of achieving it.
"Indeed, from that point of view, the God of War is a mountain that is both strong and impossible to avoid," Think said with a sigh.
Then she fell silent once more.
It wasn't that there was nothing to say. In fact, there were many words stuck in Su'er's throat right now. They were scrambling to leap out but were unable to speak, only surging out with his breathing like a tide.
"...I want to become the Old Deus belonging to Imanity..."
"Ah, I know."
"...I want to obtain the Suniaster and the throne of the One True God to completely end this hopeless war..."
"Ah, I know that too."
Words kept coming out, as if he were holding a walking stick and exploring in a dense patch of grass, Su'er was moving around, tapping left and right.
"...I want to live in a peaceful world where I can leisurely enjoy the warmest sunlight of the afternoon..."
"Ah~, that sounds quite nice indeed~"
Like an immovable rock in the wind and rain, Think's evaluation was neither rushed nor slow.
Su'er couldn't help but turn his head to look at Think's profile. However, as if sensing his movement, Think also turned her head. In her beautiful eyes with six facets, Su'er seemed to faintly see his own reflection, glistening brightly.
"...Please come and help me... Think..."
Even the name he exhaled trembled imperceptibly, and Su'er's breathing became hurried.
"Please come and help me... to make those delusions a reality..."
"If I ultimately fail, please don't forget me... even if I am only a moment in your life—"
It came to an abrupt halt.
An index finger gently pressed against Su'er's upper lip pushed all of his final words back in. It was Think's finger, fair and slender, carrying an incredibly firm power.
"Who do you think I am?" Finally unable to hold back a laugh, Think retracted her finger, and her half-bent fingertip brushed past her ear, tucking some loose golden strands behind it. Her long, slender ears moved slightly, tinged with a faint pink. "—I am a genius~"
The light-golden-haired Elf smiled with her usual confidence, her chest proudly puffed out, her neck slightly raised. Every syllable was fuller and more elegant than usual, and it had an undeniable magical power.
This strange magical power made Su'er's anxious heart mysteriously calm down, making him uncontrollably believe in everything Think said.
"Let us declare war together on those high and mighty Old Deus—Su'er~"
Pulling Su'er's lowered hand up and holding it in front of her, Think covered it completely with both of her hands, pressing hard. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with a look of eager anticipation. That declaration of war, which should have been the most presumptuous thing for the Old Deus, burst forth with a blazing flame, almost setting Su'er on fire.
He wanted to say thank you but couldn't. Such a simple word was no longer enough to express the complete emotion.
She can do it.
I can do it too.
No... We can do it.
In the instant he was invaded by this scorching flame, Su'er suddenly realized a problem—he had probably made an irreparable mistake.
A magnificent, yet dazzling, mistake.
When Think's words fell, Su'er knew that the light-golden-haired Elf had abandoned the wish she had spoken to him in that dark cave, dragging a leg scorched by black dust—the world she once wanted to see.
A world that only Think knew.
Unlike any world that any being in this cold and cruel world and in the midst of the great war could observe, it was not on the same plane.
A proud and stubborn being, who would never admit defeat and regarded all setbacks and hardships as part of the path to success, whose life had only two options—success and not yet successful—had silently changed her will.
During the long period of more than a year since returning to the settlement, Think had always stayed by Su'er's side, and had enthusiastically participated in the problem of how to make the settlement have more food without Elves. She did not return to the ruin city where her research workshop was located, and she didn't even mention the unactivated Divine Core buried in the workshop.
It was as if she had simply forgotten about it, along with her unwillingness to lose to the Dwarf, her obsession with not losing to the Dwarf in the long race of using the unactivated Divine Core as a weapon.
She had become as pure as a real Imanity.
His gaze swept over Think who was standing in the corner. Su'er could see her gently winking at him... Nodding slightly, Su'er's gaze continued to move, passing over the faces that were raised below—Su'er knew they were all waiting.
Waiting for the hope they had been waiting for for an unknown amount of time.