"Hmph. This isn't bad either. Munch munch."
"I thought you said you wouldn't eat anything but churros."
"Ice cream is an exception. Munch..."
The demon of churros has been vanquished. Now it's the demon of pearl ice cream.
Draco was nonchalantly scooping up the pearl ice cream, as if she had never cried and thrown a tantrum.
It was a super luxurious ice cream topped with chocolate syrup and whipped cream.
"Wait a minute? Draco, you have it all over your mouth. I'll wipe it for you."
"I shall allow it. Hmph."
"My, my."
With her mouth covered in chocolate and cream, she arrogantly accepts Johanna wiping it for her.
Where has the dignity of an emperor gone? It must have gone into Draco's stomach along with the pearl ice cream. It's obvious without even looking.
"It's okay to eat again now. You have to be careful not to get it on your mouth, okay?"
"I will take care of it myself. Move aside!"
"Yes, yes. I'll move aside~."
It's understandable to be annoyed, but Johanna returned to my side with a smile.
The returned Johanna said this.
"Isn't Draco so cute? It feels like I'm dealing with a strong-willed boy."
I know Draco is cute, but her behavior is not.
Still, Johanna's gaze was full of love. She was adoring Draco, who, after finishing one pearl ice cream, was whining about whether there was anything else.
"Give me more! I am still hungry!"
"The emperor's dignity is in a sorry state. For a beast to corrupt itself, it's truly amusing."
"I have no business with a defeated yokai!"
"Ha?! Who are you calling a defeated yokai?!"
Tamamo, who couldn't watch anymore, said a word, but she didn't even get her principal back. What's the point of getting excited together?
A sigh escaped me, but I wasn't depressed.
I like this atmosphere. It was the best, being able to laugh and chat while playing pranks on each other without any pretense.
"You... you lump of fat!"
"Ohoho. Why don't you try a little harder? At this rate, you'll be crushed by the lump of fat you looked down on~?"
The prank seems a bit excessive, but... well.
It's better than trying to kill each other.
"Ouch! Father! She bit me! Scold her!"
"Weren't you the one who started the fight! I'm innocent!"
Since it seemed to be going too far, I eventually sent Johanna.
"Johanna, could you stop those two? At this rate, they'll be at it all night."
"Okay. I will."
With Johanna's 5-minute sermon, Draco and Tamamo were able to finish with a handshake and a hug of reconciliation.
By the way, where did Gilgamesh and Morgan go?
At that time, Morgan and Gilgamesh were busy changing clothes.
"How about this hat? It looks quite similar to me."
"Rejected. Isn't it too white?"
"Then how about this dress?"
"Too much exposure."
Finding the attire from her Tonelico days was proving to be a difficult task.
First of all, she couldn't find a fabric as luxurious as the cloth woven by the fae.
No matter what she wore, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was cosplaying, not wearing clothes.
Also, the clothes in the dressing room were focused on splendor, and were a far cry from the clean and simple attire she wore as a fae of Orkney.
A white pointed hat and a pure white dress. She only needed to find those two things, but they were nowhere to be found.
"Can't you take it out of your treasury?"
"Unfortunately, I can't open my treasury anymore. The constraints of the Singularity are beyond imagination, so I can't even use the 'm' in 'magic'. Don't you know?"
"I was just checking again. About the contradiction of this Singularity."
"Contradiction?"
Morgan took out and put back dozens of clothes while explaining her reasoning.
"No matter how much this Singularity is another world reconstructed based on Cael's memories, the world that is the basis for you and me has magic."
"That's right. Just as a world without magic is natural for Marduk, a world with magic is natural for us."
"It can be suppressed and suppressed to the point where it seems like there's no magical energy, but it can't be completely eliminated. Do you understand?"
"I think you skipped a bit too much in your explanation."
Gilgamesh handed a new hat to Morgan. It was, of course, rejected.
"The Holy Grail is of this world. The Singularity is the same. If it's a Singularity, it should have the magical energy that constitutes the world, but why is it that in this Singularity, not only the magical energy but the rules themselves are twisted?"
"I guess the power of the original I possess is that strong."
Gilgamesh shrugged. Morgan didn't even acknowledge her.
Running to another dressing room to find new clothes, Morgan opened her mouth again.
"Even if you don't, I am always surrounded by a protective barrier. A magical armor that repels all interference directed at me."
"Ah! That's the barrier that annihilated the Assassins, right?"
"This barrier is activated as soon as it is interfered with. If the Singularity had tried to take away my fae authority and magical energy, it would have immediately repelled the interference."
But the magical energy that springs from the Holy Grail is close to infinite.
No matter how great Morgan's individual magical energy is, in a war of attrition, Morgan's barrier will break first.
In the end, Morgan succumbed to the principle of the Singularity, but she wasn't unilaterally bound.
"If the barrier was activated before it broke, the Singularity would have been damaged too, right?"
"Yes. Therefore, I judged that the grand principle of a 'world without magic' had been broken and wandered around the Singularity, searching for a thread of magical energy."
"But you failed."
Gilgamesh, who was neatly folding the clothes Morgan had thrown away, had a flash of insight.
"Instead of the principle of the Singularity being destroyed, something else could have gone wrong?"
"That is my reasoning. The method you told me, the method of resolving the Singularity, could have had a problem."
"Then was wandering around the dressing rooms also to find that problem?"
"It's tiring to talk. Let's stop here. Cael will be looking for me soon."
Morgan finally found the clothes.
It couldn't be exactly the same as back then, but by giving it a difference, she might be able to bring about another change.
Morgan, full of confidence, immediately changed her clothes. She undid her outer and inner garments without hesitation.
'I guess she can't see me. Haha.'
Gilgamesh was now used to Morgan treating her as if she were invisible.
"Let us go."
"Yes."
It is time for the decisive battle.
"H-how is it? It probably doesn't suit me, right?"
Who is that.
Gilgamesh was dumbfounded by Morgan's 180-degree change in appearance.
Where did the arrogant and dogmatic appearance go? Can a person change so much just by changing one set of clothes?
It would have been more embarrassing when she was whining and calling him brother earlier.
That's what Gilgamesh thought, but she kept her mouth shut.
Because Marduk is far away, and Morgan is close.
"It suits you."
"Yes..."
A fresh feeling. Rather, an awkward situation with a touch of bitterness.
A subtle air flowed. After the one compliment about the clothes, the two said nothing.
There are many words stored in their hearts. 'I'm sorry,' or 'thank you.' 'I like you,' and so on...
But they couldn't easily bring themselves to say them.
It felt like an accusation of 'why did you do that' would come out. It felt like they would spew out different ill feelings even with the same heart.
Everyone was frustrated watching the two of them being awkward. But they didn't step in.
That was something that happened between the two of them. It was something that no one else could solve.
The outfit Morgan came in was a sign of reconciliation. It meant that she wanted to return to the pure heart of that time.
Is it okay to go back to being your younger sister?
Can we go back to the days when we went everywhere together and laughed happily?
The one who gives permission is Cael. The man who was the foreigner, Mr. Yi, Cael, Lupus, or possibly Marduk.
"...Why does everyone look so gloomy?"
He opened his mouth. He looked around and joked.
The onlookers gave awkward smiles, but Morgan's head drooped like a crop to be harvested.
Slowly, he approached. Morgan felt him come right up to her, but she couldn't lift her head.
"Lift your head, Morgan."
"...!"
Her heart skipped a beat.
It's Morgan. Not Tonelico.
She really can't be forgiven. How much has she tormented him with the excuse of love. Morgan understood.
No, until a moment ago, she thought she understood. It seemed like she could accept it until the imagination turned into reality.
Why are tears falling? The one who should be crying was Cael. Morgan, who had betrayed him, who had given her infinite trust as a family and a lover, should not dare to cry.
Fae Kingdom, Baobhan Sith. Orkney. The savior fae. 6,000 years passed by like a revolving lantern.
The happy days for Morgan were only about 15 years. Until right before Orkney burned down.
If you count the time she actually remembers, it's not even 10 years. She lived for 5990 years with that 10 years of happiness.
Obsession, stubbornness, whatever. She held onto the dream given by her sister Mia, her mother, and her brother, and endured with malice.
She gave her trust, was betrayed, did good, and was killed, but she still pursued her dream.
It's the end now.
The one who blew away the last piece of the puzzle to complete the Fae Kingdom was none other than Morgan.
Yes. Let's accept it. Morgan resigned herself, but she couldn't stop the tears flowing from her two eyes.
"It's okay to lift your head..."
"N-no. This is, just..."
Cael, who had frozen for a moment at the sight of her tears. Morgan hurriedly turned her head.
He'll be disgusted. He'll criticize her for being a shameless woman.
"Look at me."
Cael's thick hands touched Morgan's delicate skin. Her gaze was forcibly turned, and she could no longer hide her tears.
"I'm sorry..."
"For what?"
The moment their eyes met, Morgan understood.
He's already forgiven me.
She knew that this person, her brother, had already forgiven her.
Her throat choked up at that gentleness, that mercy, that generosity.
"For everything... for everything..."
Only then could the ruthless queen shed all her layers.