When she heard that voice, Isabel finally breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure weighing on her suddenly eased.
...The Death Knell hadn't rung again. Thank goodness.
Watching the rising sun before her, Isabel's eyes grew moist.
She didn't know what kind of danger Iver had faced, and after they separated, she couldn't help him at all. If she misunderstood Iver's meaning or missed the signal, it might lead to the death of the person she loved.
That helplessness and immense pressure made her feel as though her stomach were being tightly clenched. If she didn't speak quietly, she might throw up right then and there.
"...Huh?"
Isabel lowered her head and looked at her own hand, which had grown translucent.
It crackled and trembled, blurring for a moment.
...This dream hadn't shattered and vanished immediately this time? Isabel was somewhat surprised as well, and raised her head.
Shafiya, who had been watching Isabel's condition all along, noticed it too.
"You're..."
Shafiya looked at Isabel and immediately understood.
She smiled bitterly. "So all of this was a dream..."
As expected, if she wanted to watch Isabel grow stronger... she could probably only experience that in a dream.
Realizing that the ritual had ended and there was no longer any need to conceal her identity as an ascender,
Isabel shook her head and said the words she had wanted to say for a long time: "Although I'm an ascender, I'm also Isabel. It's just that I'm Isabel from a completely different world.
"In our world, Ms. Meg didn't die. Instead, she regained her youth. Grandmother wasn't assassinated, nor did she fall out with her teacher. She died peacefully of old age. Minister Drost died very early, and I successfully inherited the throne and gained the recognition of the knights of the