Pain was not a downpour, but a long, lingering dampness.
Seated atop the High Platform, Xiao Xiao Bai silently watched the Young Girl fighting sword in hand in the Gladiator Arena before her.
There was no denying that the other party was a genius. She could flawlessly meet every one of Xiao Xiao Bai's demands, and without her, Xiao Xiao Bai's plan could never have proceeded so smoothly.
...But in this world, geniuses were the one thing never in short supply.
Even though a very, very long time had passed, she still could not forget that figure she both loved and hated. That person had saved her from the mud, gradually pried open her heart and entered it—only to abruptly disappear without a trace just as she was about to express her feelings.
She had searched for that person for many years, yet found nothing.
It was as if that person had never existed in this world at all, leaving behind no trace to be found.
Times changed and years flowed by. Many things had happened to her, and she had forgotten many things, but some memories only became more deeply engraved with the passage of time.
"In the end, you still didn't tell me the truth."
Looking up at Xiao Xiao Bai, who had walked over to her, the heavily wounded Young Girl lying prone on the ground let out a helpless sigh.
"Was that person really so important to you? You were willing to go this far for them—do you even know what you're doing?"
"...Sorry."
After a brief silence, Xiao Xiao Bai extended her hand toward the other.
A moment later, when she withdrew her hand, an additional golden card with the Young Girl as its illustration had appeared in it.
Calmly slipping the character card into