"All right, things are more or less over now."
Lawrence clasped her hands together and sighed.
This Singularity was finally coming to an end.
She was afraid that if Sakumura fought a few more battles, he might actually send someone back to the Throne of Heroes.
Thinking about it, who else was qualified to go up against Sakumura as he was now?
Oda Nobunaga. Uesugi Kenshin. Why were they both people from the Warring States Period?
Then again, it made sense.
After all, among those familiar with Sakumura, the only ones who seemed able to face the current Sakumura head-on were Hoshiguma Yuna and Sakamoto Ryoma.
"Sorry, were you thinking about something?"
Sakumura walked over to Lawrence's side.
For some reason, Lawrence had come up to the mountaintop alone, looking down over the entirety of Black River Upper Village.
"Do you think it's strange that I'm here?"
Lawrence glanced at Sakumura.
Sakumura remained silent.
"Yes. This is another country, another era—a world I know nothing about."
"But Sakumura, you're here."
"Though we aren't truly the same person, we gained our understanding of each other from the moment we died."
Lawrence bent down and sat on a large rock.
"You said that before becoming Anno, before becoming a differentiated entity of the Thread of the Root, you were first and foremost a person who existed in that period of history."
"It was because I heard those words that I was moved."
Lawrence lowered her head and looked toward Black River Upper Village.
At that moment, the sun was setting in the sky, and the world was gradually being shrouded in the stillness of night. The village was slowly lighting up, and both Sakumura and Lawrence could see that lively warmth belonging to "humanity."
".Perhaps it is precisely because we, too, have