I actually hated sunlight, because it was so warm I could never tell whether I was dreaming.
Igula opened his eyes in the wheelchair. Flecks of radiance adorned his eyelashes, casting a dreamlike, beautiful filter over everything before him.
He saw Ash embracing two girls, and beside them was even the phantom of a girl carrying Silver Lamp. Their surroundings were clearly a battlefield of broken walls and rubble, yet they looked as if they were sitting on green grass by a lakeside, bathed in the greatest grace the world could offer. The forest sent them a gentle breeze, the mirror-like lake reflected their moment, and even time itself became tender toward them, stretching this instant as long as possible, letting every beautiful story have time to catch up to them.
He raised both hands, touching index fingers to thumbs to form a rectangular frame, holding them inside it as though he meant to preserve this scene in his memory.
The Red-Haired Girl was naturally the Sword Maiden Ash had spoken of countless times. The black-haired girl was naturally Empress Isu Diya, and the girl's phantom was probably the resurrected Silver Lamp. These were the partners he had yearned for day and night. These were the Sweethearts he had been willing to do anything to see.
Although he had no idea how Silver Lamp had turned from a Divine Spirit back into a person, Igula was not surprised in the slightest. When Ash swore he would return to Dark Senro, he had known that even a Divine Spirit could not escape this scumbag's poison. If he had not known there truly were no Male Veela in this world, he really would have wanted to test Ash's bloodline.
Igula glanced at the vast, boundless sky. He needed no one to explain;