And all of it-the establishment of this faith, this oppressive centralization of power-had been built with her tacit approval, tools in her hands for bringing that King back.
An interminable imprisonment.
Endless loneliness.
Amid that godless despair, he had witnessed the establishment of the Great Purge mechanism and watched that hell being built.
In the Crystal Garden of the Divine Realm, every divine spark reborn in the Mortal World was contained, one after another. Those who rose up, hoping to use the power of divine sparks to change the world, were likewise extinguished and slaughtered one by one in that bitter winter.
And without divine sparks, the last ember of hope that the beings of the Mortal World might resist was snuffed out.
But at last, he was released.
After those interminable years, that girl appeared at the cage where he was imprisoned. Her composure had long since become chilling to the bone, and she was no longer the girl she had once been in the Great Lord's Memories.
She gave him his freedom.
Because among those countless ravens, he was the only one who had developed a will of his own and possessed a life of his own.
She would not kill him.
Because he was the last legacy her husband had left behind.
"He loved you."
When he left the cage in rags and saw daylight again, he spoke softly to the girl behind him.
"But the one thing he should never have done was leave the New World to you. It was the worst decision... the worst decision he ever made in his life."
The azure girl calmly watched his retreating figure.
"I don't care."
She turned away, walking in the opposite direction, the distance growing between them as though they were strangers.
"I only want him