The Story Shouldn't Have Ended There, Just as Snow Shouldn't Fall on Sand

With Meflor's surrender, the clash between the Municipal Government and Griseo came to an end. Meflor breathed a sigh of relief as New Eridu survived another crisis.

As the Mortal Life Signet dimmed, the golden light of the Eight Trigrams Reversal Formation gradually faded. The Ether barrier dissolved into nothing, like a cloud settling to earth.

It was much like the Holy Grail War in Eastwood City: everything was kept under wraps, and passersby knew nothing.

From their perspective, the only strange thing was that seven people had appeared here out of nowhere.

Griseo sat back down on the railing with her back to everyone. Her voice was soft, yet every person heard her clearly.

"It should have been a wonderful story, but it ended so badly. Does that make it a good story or a bad one?

"In the two years I've spent in New Eridu, I've seen romances fade without resolution and journeys with no destination.

"You humans call it 'regret.' You call it 'a normal part of life.'"

Griseo paused, then asked, "So, Mr. Mayor, does a story's ending matter to you?"

Meflor fell silent. The truth was, he had never cared about "this story" in the first place. He had only wanted to play along with Griseo and keep her happy so they could form an alliance.

One Morel could die, or ten, or a hundred. He wouldn't care.

He was the mayor of New Eridu. He was responsible for the entire city, and he had long since outgrown sentimentality!

But one thing pleased him. Watching Griseo ponder the question, he saw her behaving just like a human. He felt more confident than ever that they could work together.

Yixuan, Hoshimi Miyabi, and the others, meanwhile, remained silent.

They had no idea what was going on.