Archbishop Otto's long-unheard voice rang out.
On this magical train, the consciousnesses of the various former Herrschers began appearing one after another.
As Kiana's creator and one of the most influential scientists of later generations—he was also a member of the Herrscher army, the False God of Binding.
At that moment, Otto's remaining consciousness sat in a carriage seat with his legs crossed as stylishly as ever.
He elegantly held a glass of red wine and teased Kiana with a smile.
"You don't seem surprised?"
When Kiana gave no response, Otto did not seem embarrassed. Instead, he looked out the window on his own—there was no galaxy or universe outside, only the place where he had fallen for the last time.
Before the Imaginary Tree...
"Doesn't this scenery bring back memories?"
As Otto appeared on the screen, everyone in the Live Stream could not help but sigh.
"Sure enough, even at the very end, this Archbishop couldn't be left out."
"After all, things could not have developed to this point without his meddling."
"Hehehe, what a pity~ he's nothing more than a lingering consciousness now."
Comments drifted across the Live Stream one after another...
Everyone had different opinions about Otto, but they could all agree that he was an impossible figure to ignore.
If the path he had taken had not been so extreme, then perhaps... he could have joined Theresa and the others for the final farewell.
At the very least, he would have been alive.
But if he had done that, then he would not have been himself.
Nor could he have created Herrschers who fought for humanity through methods that were practically anti-human.
Just as Archbishop Otto cast a sidelong glance out the window, someone who suddenly appeared stole his line.
"Don't flatter yourself. She's not like