"Italia."
Hearing that gentle voice, the silver-haired woman loosened her right hand, and the silver-patterned mask slipped to the ground with a crisp clatter.
"K-Krell."
"Impossible, you're not..."
The silver-haired woman retreated several meters, staring at her lover whom she had imprisoned in midair, still unable to believe what she was seeing.
The person who had been ruining the most beautiful story between her and her lover had actually been the one she loved most. She found it impossible to accept the truth.
Sensing the black chains loosen, Krell exerted a little force and broke free from his restraints.
He landed on the ground, picked up the silver-patterned mask, tucked it into his clothes, then walked toward the somewhat broken-down silver-haired woman. Opening his arms, he pulled her into his embrace.
"Italia, you are the one I love most. Whether now or in the Future, you always will be."
"You're not... I'll kill you. I'll kill you, you impostor."
The next moment, Italia raised her head, scarlet light glowing in her eyes. She raised a hand, condensed a sharp blade, and slashed fiercely at Krell.
Facing the nearly unstoppable attack, Krell did not resist. He was gambling on whether Italia would truly kill him.
In an instant, the blade merely cut away a few strands of golden hair before finally stopping at his neck.
"You're not him. You can't possibly be him..."
"I'm his stain. My existence will only become an obstacle to him."
"Get out. Get out of here. Don't come disturb me."
Watching Italia's expressions shift back and forth between several faces, Krell stepped forward and reached out to hold her.
"Italia, you are my wife, the one I love most. You always have been. That has never changed."
"Do you remember when we first met?"
"On the