Famati was pulled out of the body formed by the gigantic, enlarged rose vines and flowers by Sigris.
Famati's whole body was like a withered flower.
"Xige, you really are still so gentle." Famati reached out a hand, skin and bones visible to the naked eye, and touched Xige's face. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
Sigris held Famati and touched her hand, too.
Could a villain who had committed countless evil deeds ever have a chance to redeem herself?
In a tale of justice, the wicked deserved only to die.
Sigris had a villainous past she couldn't put into words.
She didn't know. She didn't know.
She didn't know how to explain it. She could only hold Famati and use holy light at the same time.
"Someone like me can no longer be redeemed."
"When you do wrong, you'll be punished."
"Xige, you still have a beautiful future ahead of you."
Tears filled Famati's eyes. "I'm part of your past, but you can't keep looking back."
"You still have a future."
"A better tomorrow."
"Don't look back."
"Goodbye, Xige."
Derrick came limping over and looked at Famati. "Are you really giving up just like that?"
"You're so selfish—more selfish than I am." Derrick forced himself to his feet. "This moralistic narrative is utterly foolish."
"Is your justice just a way to satisfy yourself?"
Derrick looked utterly wretched at that moment, but he still stood up straight.
Famati pushed Sigris away. "Xige, you have a much brighter future. You should go toward tomorrow."
Then Famati said to Derrick, "Your Fear Magic is truly torturous. Are you still making me afraid right now?"
"How many people have you used this mental magic on?"
Derrick pulled out the thorns and didn't answer Famati. "You're the one who's guilty. I'm guilty now, too,