Edna ran from floor to floor, opening every door and fixing every room deep in her memory. She even reached out to touch the curtains over the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The comfortable sofas in the long corridors. The beautiful sideboards.
The lovely oil paintings... Every one of them represented a dream of hers.
She had once held so many beautiful hopes for her future, and bit by bit, they had all taken shape here.
She knew she would still be able to see it all... but no longer through her own eyes.
No matter how reluctant she was to leave, time would not wait.
At last, Edna stopped running. She drew a deep breath before the oval archway entwined with white rose vines, then quietly entered the open-air garden at the very top of the castle, where purple cyclamen bloomed everywhere.
This was Edna's private little world. Only people she approved of could enter.
Here, she had no need to consider anyone else's feelings. Nothing surrounded her but endless shades of purple, dark and light. Naturally, there was no blue and white of the Magic Weave.
A drop of water slowly formed at the corner of Edna's eye... then swiftly condensed into a gemstone.
I don't even have the right to cry anymore...
Edna closed her hand around the crystal-clear teardrop gem and turned to Old School Striking King, who had followed her in silence.
Before she could speak, however, Old School Striking King grabbed her and pulled her out to the terrace at the garden's edge.
At that moment, countless flowers suddenly blossomed across the dark sky.
"Look! Aren't the fireworks in our sky beautiful? Just watch them. Before you leave, don't think about those troubling things." Old School Striking King pointed at the fireworks bursting across the heavens and