"?" Yan Huan stared at March 7th in surprise.
"Is your brain fried?"
"I wouldn't even fuck Peipei, much less a human!"
"Stop arguing." Dan Heng intervened, rubbing his brow helplessly.
"I sensed it. That remnant body just now was the seal here."
"And the seals Phainon set are not limited to this one place."
Castorice nodded, then solemnly addressed the group, her gaze passing over every companion.
"Then it is time for me to set out with all of you as well."
She held up a pinkish-purple flower. Its petals were soft, giving off a faint fragrance, and she offered it to Yan Huan.
"Please take this Antiling Flower. I think, if there is anything that can tell Castorice's story..."
"This ordinary yet resilient flower is fitting enough."
"I've been meaning to ask, why do you all keep giving me things?" Yan Huan put away the flower and twirled it by the stem. "Keepsakes?"
"Could you say something nicer?" Mydei's spirit appeared again, folding his arms.
"This is a bookmark. The As I Wrote It in your hand is not so simple."
Castorice looked toward Mydei, her voice gentle yet clear.
"Perhaps you still remember, Myriad Enemies Your Excellency."
"In that life when you traveled alongside Lord Yan Huan, you once told me..."
"[Control what you can control, and when that inescapable fate descends.]"
"[Use your powerful will to resist its manipulation.]"
"I think I have already done so. In the ranks of Flame-Chasing, I moved forward with my head held high..."
She considered it, then stood a little straighter.
"Farewell to the name of death—[Castorice, Maid of the Afterlife]—I hope this name will be remembered by the stars..."
"And then."
"Live as a person... die as a person."
After that.
The group rode a circular platform shaped like