Entrance

Was it because of the aura of the Castle of Origin? Was it Sefirah? Or was the Castle of Origin relatively special? If it was merely the aura of Sefirah, then did that mean I also...

Alice subconsciously glanced at herself. After all, if it was only the aura of Sefirah, she felt that she should have it too.

After hesitating for a moment, Alice walked forward. Naturally, this drew the attention of the eyes on the ground. Those eyes turned in her direction, and when she stopped, everything around her fell silent.

Looking at the empty space ahead, Alice tilted her head and asked, "Why aren't you reenacting my life?"

The eyes on the ground fixed their gaze tightly on her, and a voice filled with confusion sounded:

"What... What kind of thing are you?"

Good question. The good thing about it was that Alice could not answer it herself either.

She basically understood the general course of events, but even now, she could not answer a single key question. For example, her relationship with the Key of Light—or, in the eyes' owner's words, what exactly was she?

Yet that question seemed, in a sense, to provide an answer. After two seconds of silence, Alice chuckled.

"Ask me... Tsk. Sasrir, what kind of thing are you? You..."

Alice's gaze moved soundlessly and landed upon the throne.

The Dark Angel Sasrir was covered in layers of illusory black wings. Those wings rose and fell rhythmically like a beating pulse, proclaiming their owner's life.

As the wings rose and fell, a patch of grayish-white was faintly discernible beneath them. Seeing that grayish-white from so close, all other sounds seemed to recede. Alice felt as though she heard a voice by her ear, constantly tempting her to rush up and pick up