Light in Memory, Kirschtaria Wodime
"Eh?"
Village 23.
Gerda, wrapped in animal furs against the cold, seemed to sense something and raised her head.
"The sun. Eh...?"
She stared blankly at the black sky, the black sun—and the hand hanging down from within it.
What was happening?
The sun was falling?
Was that a person?
"...It's coming."
Atop the palace of ice and snow stood three figures.
The one in the middle looked up at the sight in the sky and spoke.
To his left, the fox-like woman curled her lips in disdain. To his right, the strange-looking "woman" with a pair of upright ears smiled.
"Haah—looking at it this way, this Lostbelt isn't entirely worthless!"
Ruslan turned his head and shot a glance at the excited Caenis.
"If everyone from Chaldea dies here, you won't get to have a proper fight anymore."
"You mean fighting those weaklings? Hahaha—I wouldn't care about something so childish!"
As she spoke, Caenis raised her head and looked at the King of Giants, immense enough to hold up the sky with his own body.
"Wait—I can just fight this guy instead!"
Hearing Caenis's words, Ruslan and Koyanskaya exchanged a look.
It wasn't quite speechlessness.
But the two of them did coincidentally sense something rather absurd.
At your level, fighting Surtr—
Neither of them said a word.
They would wait and see what happened next.
Chaldea, Shadow Border.
"...So, what is the situation now?"
A figure who had been almost entirely absent from this Lostbelt appeared in the control room.
Sherlock Holmes still looked somewhat frail, his face pale. He had to hold onto one of the chairs in the control room just to remain standing.
Looking at the images and numerical readings on the screen before him, he frowned and asked the others in