Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands had not never been stained with blood.
In the Singularities, she had personally killed enemies before.
To crush Mage King Goetia's goal, she had to do it. His goal was to destroy her civilization, and she had to strike back.
But—
What if the ones she had to kill were not enemies?
What if she had to kill not a single enemy—but all the innocent people of an entire world?
The aurora reflected in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, and a numb tremor showed through her pupils.
Ah...
Da Vinci.
I'm sorry.
I promised you I wanted to keep fighting, but now I'm having such cowardly thoughts.
I really am... completely unfit to be humanity's last Master.
At a time like this, I should be gritting my teeth and slapping myself hard across the face.
The people of other worlds were not, in the end, lives of Proper Human History. For the sake of my own history, perhaps I should keep fighting with the belief that it was all right even if I had to kill everyone here—
But, but...
"I can't do it. I can't do it, I can't do it!"
Staring at her hands, Fujimaru Ritsuka broke down in tears.
She could practically see it already: her hands were no longer as spotless as they were now, but covered in the blood of innocent people.
Bloodstains that could never be washed away, no matter how hard she scrubbed, even if she tore off her own skin—
"I can't do it!"
Thud—
She suddenly collapsed face-first into the snow.
If she had known none of this, perhaps she really could have held onto her resolve to save her own world, cut down the Fantasy Tree, erase this wrong world, and kill every life within it without knowing anything.