"Sorry for the interruption."
As he spoke, he quietly backed out of the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.
Then, Yotsuba Mahiro's cries and pleas for help rang out from inside the room.
"Hey, Riku! Don't leave! Come back! Didn't you say you had something to discuss with me? Get back here!!!"
In the end, after his repeated calls, Riku still turned back and helped him escape Corone's hellish lecture.
"Man, your sister really is terrifying."
Yotsuba Mahiro clicked his tongue.
Faced with Corone's lecture hell, he felt it would have been easier to fight Artosh again.
Seeing his disgruntled complaint, Riku smiled faintly.
"But my sister is very good at taking care of people."
When Riku said that, Mahiro did not quite understand what he meant. But when he lowered his head and saw the layers of bandages wrapped around him without causing him the slightest discomfort, then recalled the constant care he had received these past few days, he found the words rather reasonable.
However, when he looked up, he discovered a strange smile on Riku's face—one that looked almost like the fond smile of an aunt.
"Could you not smile like that? It's kind of creepy."
Riku said nothing. After meeting his gaze for a moment, he looked away and said, "Come with me. Someone wants to see you."
That was a rather abrupt change of topic.
Still, he followed Riku, who led the way.
There was no longer any trace of the Spirit Corpses' corrosion on Riku's body, nor did he have any injuries.
More precisely, the same was true for all one hundred and seventy-nine ghosts.
On the day the great war ended, it was not only the world that had been restored, but also all living beings wounded by the