"The one and only magic is our own heart... love or hate, everyone has a one and only of their own..." Barefoot in the air, Mavis gazed into the distance, lost. "That was what you told me, Sister..."
Clear tears covered her face. Looking up at the distant sky, Mavis drew a deep breath, her murmured words thick with sobs.
"You said that this way, no one would ever be able to hurt him again..."
"That was what you said..." Her long, curly hair rippled like waves in the wind. Tears streamed from her chin like beads from a broken string, dissolving into mist in the air. Mavis murmured to herself, "You disappeared to make him strong. Through your own eternal disappearance, you awakened the truest one and only in that man's heart! Everything you did was for him. You willingly gave up everything, your life and every trace of your existence... all for that man, hoping he could live well in that bygone era, in whatever way he liked..."
"To you, Sister, your death might have been worth it. You departed with a smile, leaving this world you loved with peace of mind. But to him, it became a pain for which he could never forgive himself."
Her beautiful face was filled with sorrow. She raised her left hand, smooth as jade, and a moon-white tail emblem formed above her palm. Its beautiful, comforting glow illuminated her face.
"Your death forged his legend, but at the same time, it forged an eternal sorrow that would never fade..." Tear tracks covered her upturned face. "That man, buried in sorrow, filled to the brim with it, kept hoping, kept longing... waiting forever within the saddest dream in the world."
"Hope, oh, hope... his one and only is hope... the hope that