The deaths of the Dancer and the doctor seemed to signify the complete failure of the Annihilation Cultists' scheme. Steel City's celebration had finally gotten back on track and proceeded steadily as normal.
Thus, several hurried days passed.
Ausia walked down the street with Elizabeth beside her. Ruoye still followed at their side; besides being a butler, she also served as a personal maid.
"...A world constructed from dreams. Interesting." The Soul Fire in Elizabeth's eye sockets swayed slightly.
Ausia told her some details about the special space constructed by the Dancer, including those things made of grayish-white lines.
"Dreams..."
Ausia frowned unconsciously. "It seems that many things related to the Annihilation Cultists eventually become entangled with dreams."
Reality and illusion intertwined, chaos arose and perished—this was also the truth believed in by most Annihilation Cultists.
"Reality and illusion were never absolute to begin with."
Elizabeth stretched out her palm and let out an eerie laugh as she looked at her pale bones. "And how can you prove that the world we live in absolutely exists?"
The three walked along the street. The pedestrians around them seemed unable to see them at all, unconsciously stepping aside whenever they drew near.
Ausia fell silent, pondering how to answer Elizabeth's question. After a long while, she gently shook her head. "There is no meaning in discussing this topic."
Ruoye had not spoken the entire time.
"Meaning? Heh. In this world, the meaning of all things is bestowed by people."
"Indeed. I agree with you."
"...I thought you would refute me."
Elizabeth's steps paused slightly. She turned to look at Ausia beside her, her voice carrying an inexplicable note.
"Why should I refute you?" Ausia smiled softly. "What you said is indeed correct."
Elizabeth said nothing and quickened her pace toward the front.