"Time is pressing. We still have much to do. Let's go."
After a long talk, having explained the current situation to his disciple, Samael looked up at the golden band of light gradually converging toward the center and gave a serious reminder.
"Master, before we leave, I want to bury them..."
Artoria looked around, lightly pressing her cherry lips together. A trace of compassion and reluctance surfaced in her eyes.
Samael fell silent for a moment, then looked solemnly at Artoria and seriously advised her against this overly innocent kindness.
"Do you know that as the Tower of End closes in, people die every moment? We encountered this sort of thing many times along the way, and we'll encounter even more in the future."
"Yes, I know..."
"Do you know that she has already noticed us, and the longer we remain in one place, the more dangerous it becomes?"
"I know."
"Do you know that, as the Child of Prophecy, you are the only one who can save this world, and that your safety matters more than anything?"
"I know!"
Artoria nodded gently. Determination and earnestness appeared on her upturned, lovely face.
"I can't save their lives, but at least their remains should be laid to rest."
"That won't change anything..."
"But since we came across them, we should do something."
The Child of Prophecy's little face tightened, her expression solemn. The purest kindness filled those immaculate eyes.
Master and disciple silently held each other's gaze for a moment. In the end, Samael's calm eyes softened, and he shook his head helplessly before starting to walk.
"Master..."
Artoria bit her cherry lip lightly, still unwilling and unable to bear it.
"Since you've made up your mind, what are you waiting for?"
Samael stopped and turned back, giving Artoria a sidelong