Forget it. Better not think about that idiot.
That bastard just wouldn't let me have any peace!
Whether I owed him a favor or not, it meant nothing at this point.
Everything was already over.
Slowly opening his eyes, Chiba stared for a while longer at the darkness where Hyuga Yukyō had vanished. The self-deprecating despondency on his face faded somewhat, replaced by an indescribable melancholy. He took a light step forward, then, after several more steps, stopped before the campfire.
Then, he sat down beside it.
Yes, he sat down.
He did not leave as Hyuga Yukyō had. Instead, he sat down.
Was that guy's final obsession really to confirm that I was a transmigrator?
The moment he sat down, that thought surfaced in Chiba's mind.
Obviously, the reason Hyuga Yukyō had lingered here was that he still harbored some doubts about Chiba's identity. Otherwise, he would not have left so decisively after Chiba admitted it.
For him, there was nothing else left to cling to.
Chiba did not know what information Hyuga Shinsuke had left for him, how significant it was, or how much it revealed about transmigrators—people from another world. Nor did he know why Taki Shinya knew of transmigrators. But Chiba was certain that everything Hyuga Yukyō had done, culminating in trading his life for another's, had not been solely out of guilt toward him. There had to be something else Chiba did not know.
And what Chiba did not know was undoubtedly connected to the information in the relic Hyuga Shinsuke had left behind.
Of course, there was no way to find out now.
Taki Shinya, Hyuga Shinsuke, and Hyuga Yukyō—the three who knew the truth—were all gone. They had likely all entered the Pure Land.
And now, it was impossible for him to learn