If, in this attempt, he truly succumbed to this chaotic dream, if he truly could not hold on to his sanity and could never return...
Then they had prepared one final safeguard for him.
Perhaps the instant he died...
He would come back to life.
His will would return to this world, and the price... would be Feather Pen's death.
"He told you, didn't he?"
Lynn's eyes were filled with anguish.
Feather Pen parted her lips, but in the end, she no longer dared to meet his eyes. Sorrow filled hers, and then she burst into tears, clutching his shoulders tightly. That last taut thread seemed to finally snap at that very moment.
This was the purpose of her existence. As fate itself, this was the final value her existence held.
But she did not want it.
But she did not wish for it.
She had never feared her own death, nor did she think sacrifice was something so difficult to accept. But she knew that death ended everything for you, while the pain you left to those who still cared for and loved you lasted forever.
She had witnessed his grief firsthand. She had watched, with her own eyes, as one family member after another whom he cared about left him.
The Matriarch had died. Sir Awen had died too. One after another, the people who had once been by his side had all passed away. So even if he ignored her, loathed her, or resented her, she did not want to leave him again!
Because in this world, there was no one else left by his side.
That day...
She cried uncontrollably, her heart torn apart.
And it was on that same day that she told him everything she knew. All of it had come from the God