Traveler on a Bug's Back

August.

In a house beneath the banyan forest, Vivian held a simple sheet of paper.

Vivian:

By the time you receive this letter, the morning light will surely have already spilled across the canopy of the banyan forest.

And I will already be on the road away from this place.

Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, but some roads can only be walked alone.

Some stories can only be witnessed by the wind and time.

When I first came to this world, I believed I was merely a passerby. Yet now, I had become a ruler. The barren, desolate world of the past had gradually regained its vitality, becoming a place capable of creating smiles and happiness. And you had become a qualified successor as well.

Now, I was leaving.

It was your turn to write your own story.

Lastly, please remember.

Just as you once said, strength is a tool. What matters is the kindness in your heart and your respect for life.

The three cities I left behind are gifts to this world and everyone in it.

Believe in you... (a blot of black ink)

Enough nonsense.

If I remembered correctly, this year is Harvest Day.

No one can guarantee that they will become an Awakened.

So I left you a gift. If you fail to awaken, use it.

Do not tell anyone.

Your teacher and friend—Linsey.

"..."

Vivian stood where she was.

She had received Linsey's guidance and taken over a great deal of work.

She had also led the army alongside Alvitte in the campaign against the west.

These accomplishments had earned Vivian immense prestige. In today's Forest City, no one judged her status by her age anymore.

Vivian held the paper without saying a word.

On the wooden table before her lay a