A crisp, captivating voice rang out. A slender figure sat atop a stone monument, her gorgeous eyes quietly watching the man who had come to keep their appointment.
Bearing almost no traces of time, the Pink Fairy looked exactly as she had over fifty thousand years ago. Smiling, she raised her right hand and gave Otto a gentle wave, while her left rested on the bare thigh outlined by her hot pants, pressing down on an ancient painting.
"Did I keep you waiting too long?"
Otto replied with a smile.
Though they were on the moon, the two spoke without any difficulty.
Though they were separated by fifty thousand years, Otto still spoke to her as he would a friend.
He calmly looked at Elysia. The girl before him showed no sign of the hardships or displacement of over fifty thousand years, and even her pretty face held no hatred toward him.
Yet beneath that calm exterior, there had to be unimaginable turbulence.
Because only by hating him could she earn the Will of Honkai's trust.
Hatred sustained for over fifty thousand years had nurtured the monster before him.
However, Otto noticed something: the painting on Elysia's thigh. Could that be the painting Griseo had drawn for him before?
So Elysia had indeed obtained it.
Elysia had successfully caught up with the Ark that had departed ahead of her.
Still... something about that thing felt wrong. After Griseo painted him, had he really failed to notice that it was an extremely ominous painting? Had he been so carefree that he left it in the Ark to drift wherever it pleased?
After all, one of Griseo's paintings that had once ended up outside had caused the destruction of an entire street. Since then, unless under special circumstances, Griseo's paintings had never