Amun's account came to an end. Aside from the light and sound projected by the Magic Net Terminal, the courtyard fell silent. The silence lasted for a short while before Milmina finally broke it. "And then?"
"And then? Then many, many more years passed. Beneath that great tree called Reincarnation, born from mortal imagination, I pondered many things. As my consciousness grew clearer, I heard ancient echoes coming from the deep sea. The history of the ancient age was imprinted upon the ripples of time and space. Following those ripples, I saw the fortress the voyagers had left behind in the real world... In the end, I decided to do something momentous. You already know what that was."
"...I rather admire you," Milmina said softly after a moment of silence. "The plan you came up with was far more of a gamble than mine."
"Perhaps yearning for freedom is also part of life..." Amun's voice carried a trace of sentiment, and perhaps a little pride. His gaze remained fixed on the Magic Net Terminal nearby, yet its focus seemed to have crossed time and space, wandering through memories measured in millennia. "I thought I had already forgotten these things."
"Forgetting is a privilege mortals have. We can't afford that luxury," Milmina said with a light laugh, shaking her head. "Once our experiences become memories, they remain permanently engraved upon us, like a part of mortal flesh and blood..."
As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the Oathstone Ring in the Holographic Projection. After a moment's thought, she asked curiously, "Was this truly your ritual site back then? That was a very, very long time ago..."
After examining it carefully for a few more moments, Amun said in a deep voice with a pleasing resonance, "No—though it looks very similar, the