Even though she had already signed a contract selling herself, perhaps keeping herself in the bar and enslaving herself forever would have been the best choice. Yet he had sent her to the First Singularity, sacrificed a clone as a mana provider, and let himself freeload off her...
"Hmm, how about putting on a Maid Outfit? No one has worn a Maid Outfit for me yet. Judgement of Thunder wears that outfit every day, so I couldn't really bring myself to ask..."
That outfit, which looked extremely similar to Kallen's clothes, might have held special meaning for Judgement of Thunder, Chen Luo thought.
As for Yvette, reality had kept her too busy, and she basically never returned to the bar now. Chen Luo rather missed her.
"Sure." Although Black Jeanne d'Arc did not really understand what a Maid Outfit was, that did not stop her from casually agreeing.
Even if they had another chance to meet, it might be years from now.
"Then... good night. Sweet dreams." As Chen Luo's voice fell, the last trace of mana was transferred to Black Jeanne d'Arc. His body turned back into a strand of black hair, which Black Jeanne d'Arc held in her hand.
A gust of wind blew past. Black Jeanne d'Arc instinctively clenched the strand of hair, but when she opened her palm, it had vanished anyway.
Black Jeanne d'Arc sat atop Prison Castle, looking at the land she had once conquered, now once again occupied by humans, and sighed.
Without mana sustaining her, Black Jeanne d'Arc's body began dissolving into the most fundamental spiritrons.
In the end, there was not even a single strand of hair by her side, much less a person...
Sitting in the bar, Chen Luo retrieved the strand of hair that had returned to his hand