Isabel ultimately took Ligeia to change clothes.
Although the newly reborn Ligeia verbally resisted wearing little girls' clothes to some extent, once she had been dressed, she happily went to look at herself in the mirror.
"I rarely wore skirts when I was little. I always wore trousers."
Wearing Isabel's goose-yellow nightgown, Ligeia walked between them. "That was mainly because I was especially active back then. There weren't any girls my age, so I often played with the boys in the village.
"Sometimes we went fishing, and sometimes we dug out bird eggs. We crossed mountains and ridges and reached incredibly high peaks, only to find that we couldn't get back down—someone even accidentally fell and broke his leg. By the time we slowly slid down, our clothes were already tattered.
"I even used to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night and explore the graveyard with my friends at dawn. I once secretly smashed the church windows with stones just because that priest was always so fierce with us..."
These were stories she had never told anyone when she had been Meg. Yet now that "Meg was dead," she had begun talking without end.
It was as if she were reminiscing about something, or commemorating it.
—After all, from today onward, no one would ever see Meg again. All that remained was the newly reborn Ligeia.
That was precisely why Ligeia did not want Meg to be completely forgotten. Although Meg had been respected and valued as Avalon's strongest, very few people had known what kind of person she truly was.
In most people's eyes, Meg had merely been a guardian—a symbol of invincibility.
She had left behind no descendants, and her family had long since disappeared. Her old friends, companions, colleagues, and even her