Chapter 521

"But I've forgotten, forgotten those tunes."

"It's okay, I forgot too."

"What!?"

"What I mean is, I don't really understand the art of music. I've always just thought your voice is very beautiful, that's all."

The knight scratched his head sheepishly, looking at Rosalyn with an awkward yet frank gaze.

Rosalyn stared at him until the knight, his armor tattered and blood staining the ground, turned away awkwardly to look to the side.

Rosalyn didn't find Rustan's appearance ugly at all. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled:

"It's just a dream, but it feels so real?"

"It's true! I've been waiting for you to come back and sing, and so have they. They want to hear you sing one more time. Just once, please, Rosalyn, sing for me!"

"Is this all you can say after such a long time apart? Seriously... I can't do anything with you."

Rosalyn's voice became gentler than ever before, so gentle that even she herself couldn't believe she was making such a sound.

She stepped forward, embraced the wounded knight, and pressed her face against his tattered armor.

"Hmph~ Hmph?~~"

It wasn't a tune from five hundred years ago, and she didn't know when or where she had memorized it. In any case, Rosalyn hummed the only song she could remember.

Her sweet and gentle voice hummed an unfamiliar, ordinary tune.

However, those who listened smiled, washed away their blood in the light, and gradually disappeared away.

Only the knight stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do with the beautiful girl pressed against his chest. After a long while, he finally raised his hands and gently embraced the girl who was humming a song and weeping.

"Indeed, I still like your voice the most."

"Idiot. If you like it, then hold on tight and don't let go."

"Yes, I will."

Tears streamed down the girl's face, but a smile of utter contentment shone through her. Then, enveloped in endless warmth, a wave of drowsiness washed over her, and she gradually drifted off to sleep.

Rosalyn felt that she had the sweetest dream she had in five hundred years.

So beautiful that even when she awoke again, she was still dazed and unwilling to wake up.

Until the pure, innocent white-haired loli appeared before him, smiling:

"Rosalyn Cruzshika Loefat, you have finally returned from history. Welcome."

"History?"

"Yes. The earth records everything and gathers everything here. That's why you have the opportunity to step into history and say goodbye to those who truly existed... Oh, I haven't had a chance to introduce myself yet, have I? I am the King Deshret, and it is an honor to welcome you here, the chosen one of the World Tree."

"Um!?"