The Story Will Be a Little Long (Continued)

"So, you've even considered this aspect?"

Otto gasped – emotionally, since his body was practically dead and he couldn't perform such an action.

Just as he was having doubts, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Yae Sakura sitting in what used to be his archbishop's office, looking up at the bright moon outside the window with a complex and sorrowful expression.

"Mr. Otto, I can't really predict what you'll think; I'm just gambling."

"I bet that fulfilling your obsession has exhausted your power, and you have no energy left to take revenge on me."

"I bet that even if you retaliate, you'll only target me in the real world, while I in the Sea of Quantum will still be able to come back and kill you."

"I bet that when you meet Kallen, you will be more forgiving and kind than ever before."

"I'll also bet... that although it started as an act, I've never been one to joke around. Perhaps even after seeing everything clearly, you'll still be willing to admit that we're friends?"

"In any case, I wish you all the best. Farewell, Mr. Otto."

Yae Sakura raised her hand, trying to touch the bright moon that was naturally formed through the glass.

She stood there like a statue in the moonlight for a long time before turning around, looking at the pile of work on the table, and her little face immediately fell.

"You've been playing me for a fool for so long."

"But that makes sense. If he wasn't serious, how could he have fooled me?"

"Should I thank you for lying to me so earnestly?"

However, after this absurd self-questioning, Otto couldn't help but burst into laughter inside, unable to stop.

The fool who deceived the world was then deceived by a little girl.

Isn't this ridiculous plot funny?

But now that his life was nearing its end and Kallen was so close, he really couldn't muster any more malice.

Otto focused his attention on the golden cube in his hand, with intricate and beautiful patterns that first covered the surface and then seeped into the interior.

The knowledge that can only be obtained by reaching the Imaginary Tree obviously cannot be stored through things like paper or computers, so the Void Archive is the only thing that could possibly serve as a storage medium.

Right now, the consciousness of the Void Archive is probably being rapidly obliterated, right?

But this was also Void Archive's own choice.

Vill-V and Mobius respected the will of the Void Archive, but its purpose was to expel the Honkai, and the knowledge that Otto recorded on the Imaginary Tree was undoubtedly the most likely force to achieve this goal.

Therefore, Void Archive chose to comply—although, in the first place, it was impossible for it to resist Otto anyway.

Otto threw the golden cube inscribed with knowledge back.

Also thrown back were the Herrscher powers of Flame and Restraint.

He fulfilled his promise to Anqi and the others, bringing this knowledge, which should not belong to humankind, into the world.

So, what else can be done?

His spirit was still falling, and with his last breath, he was about to touch the figure he had been longing for.

In his final moments, Otto looked back at the world one last time and suddenly felt as if he still had a little bit of strength left behind to leave something behind.

"Grandfather!"

Theresa was startled awake from her sleep.

The pure white nightgown hugs her petite figure, offering a comfortable and soft touch.

She remembered that these were pajamas given to her by Otto, or rather, most of her personal items were carefully selected or even handmade by Otto, of excellent quality and perfectly suited to her lifestyle.

"Did you have a dream just now?"

Theresa turned her head and saw the sunrise outside the window.

She rarely woke up this early, so she found it a bit novel.

But I'm wide awake now. Since I'm up so early, I might as well wash up and have some breakfast.

When Theresa got up and walked into the living room, she caught a glimpse of a steaming hot breakfast on the dining table.

"!!!"

The familiar taste and the meticulous plating made Theresa look around warily.

"Grandpa! Come out quickly, I see you! Are you retired and planning to come live with me to live out your days?"

Theresa searched frantically, around the flowerpots, under the cushions, and even in the trash can... After searching every nook and cranny, she inexplicably tilted her head.

"Where did you hide? Oh well, let's eat first. Maybe you'll pop up after we finish eating."

Theresa was very familiar with Otto's techniques.

"What kind of magic is this, where you just put the ingredients and recipe on the kitchen counter and wake up to find the food cooked? I'm not a three-year-old anymore. I knew you were the one who made it for me."

"Theresa, I'm sorry, this magic will stop working from now on."

"Grandfather!"

Theresa quickly turned her head away.

Even though Theresa had many complaints about Otto's behavior, especially regarding Cecilia and Kiana, her familial love was genuine. If she had to choose the "best grandfather in the world," Theresa knew she would choose Otto.

However, the smiling blond man did not appear.

"What... does that mean... am I... hacking?"

Theresa slapped her forehead, looked at the dishes on the table, and her hands suddenly trembled uncontrollably, as if she had suddenly lost something—just like when she lost Cecilia.

"Ding-dong!"

A message came through the internal cell phone specially supplied by Schicksal.

[Lady Theresa, I regret to inform you of this news. Last night, Archbishop Otto intercepted the Herrscher of Restraint using unknown means and... sacrificed his life to defeat the Herrscher.]

The message was from Rita, followed by a long explanation and words of comfort. Its disorganized writing indicated that Rita was in a state of confusion and disorientation.

However, Theresa could no longer concentrate on reading.

The lingering aroma of food in my mouth suddenly turned incredibly bitter.

Theresa stood frozen in place, holding her phone, her eyes filled with tears of panic and helplessness.

At the same time, Yae Sakura, who had been working through the night to handle various handover tasks, suddenly smelled the aroma of tea amidst her exhaustion.

"Amber, why didn't you say you were coming... huh?"

The office door remained closed, and there was no other presence in the room.

Yae Sakura paused for a moment, then noticed a golden cube and two gems on the side of the teacup, with an envelope underneath.

[Sakura, by the time you read this letter, I will have already left this world forever. You will learn the details later, so don't grieve for me, for I have already achieved my wish. I am writing this letter to tell you... I'm sorry, I will leave you alone in this era.]

I'm sorry, I took it upon myself to let you inherit the Schicksal and Kallen's will. Perhaps these are heavy burdens for you, making your life in this lonely era even more difficult. But, besides these, I truly don't know what else I can leave you.

You will have to spend the long years to come alone, living on with memories of me and Kallen, carrying our burdens along with you. You will gradually experience the sadness, helplessness, and despair I have experienced, but unlike me, you will find many new friends, forge new bonds, and gradually heal those wounds. I believe in you, Sakura.

[I had so much to say, but perhaps I've been hypocritical for too long, and I really don't know where to begin. I want to say that I'm so happy to have met you and become your friend during these last few days. Thank you, Sakura.]

[Finally, the things on the table are what I promised Anqi and the others. Please take them out for me. This is my last task, please, Sakura.]

Otto's writing style is as if he were sitting right in front of me, speaking to me face to face.

Yae Sakura stared at the letter for a long time, then sniffed, her throat tight.

"Honestly, do you really not see through it, or do you see through it and are deliberately retaliating and trying to disturb my peace of mind, Mr. Otto?"

Or perhaps, it's a combination of both?

Yae Sakura smiled with mixed feelings, yet tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

"Goodbye really, Mr. Otto..."