Public Secret

"...Is that so? Gwen and Qikala..."

At the very bottom of the Silent Helix, rubble was collapsing everywhere and a sea of blood was overturning, as if even the world itself had begun to fall. But within that dim chaos, there was still one stable place sheltered by a silver lamp. It was like a single Floating Boat in a frenzied ocean, weak yet stubbornly resisting the tides of Fate.

Green light swept over Ash's palms as he regenerated Harvey's limbs bit by bit. His original self-positioning had been as a "battlefield conductor" who covered attack, defense, movement, and healing. He possessed the powerful healing Miracle, Joy Sword, and with the Thousand-Mechanism Spell Spirit able to transform into the Hydrotherapy Spell Spirit, regenerating flesh and blood was not difficult for him.

After hearing their experiences, Ash once again saw the silent Star Art Master and the smooth, quick-witted Orc appear in his mind. He sighed softly. "There are more and more people waiting for us in Hell..."

"Death is a curtain, stretched between the living and the dead," the Necromancer said. "So there is no need to suppress your feelings. Even if death can separate all things, emotions like love, Longing, and respect can still pierce through the Curtain of Death and connect people to one another. No death, however powerful, can diminish them in the slightest."

Everyone looked at Harvey in surprise. Ash smiled wryly. "Living long enough really does bring good things. I never thought there would come a day when I'd feel comforted by your words, Harvey."

"This is a Necromancer's professional ethics," Harvey said calmly. "The dead must serve the living."

Ash asked, "Then when someone you know dies, Harvey, do you ever... feel the same as me...?"

"Of course I feel the same as you,"