After the Tough Guy Cried, the Grey Raven Had to Die

Bai Zhu's scalp prickled as he hurriedly raised a hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, Big Ape. How's a grown man like you crying?"

Uvogin ignored Bai Zhu.

He stood at the breach in the wall, his fist still raised, blood dripping from his shoulder.

That tear struck the transparent walkway. He seemed completely unaware of it, staring only at the little girl in the Holy Mother's palm.

Sarasa stood at the forefront of the spiritual light, her figure fainter than before.

She said nothing more.

She merely raised her hand and waved at him, just as she had after screenings so many years ago.

A sound caught in Uvogin's throat.

"Sa... Sarasa..."

Nobunaga arrived behind him.

He had been cursing Uvogin for charging in recklessly, but the instant he stepped inside, his voice cut off.

His sword was still in his hand, the veins on the back of it standing out one by one.

Machi came farther behind them and stopped as well.

Pakunoda leaned against the wall, one hand covering her mouth, but the tears sliding from the corners of her eyes betrayed her emotions.

Chrollo did not step onto the bridge. He merely stood behind the breach.

When he saw Sarasa, his page-turning paused. Yet she waved at him too, just like she had when they were children.

For once, Bai Zhu did not continue joking around.

He looked at the Holy Mother's palm and lowered his voice.

"She didn't blame you."

Uvogin's shoulders twitched.

Bai Zhu added,

"She was just waiting for a very long time."

As those words fell, Uvogin's fist slowly lowered.

It was as if he had suddenly forgotten how to move.

Sarasa waved again.

The spiritual light in the Holy Mother Phantom's palm began retreating, as though something were dragging it back into the