Xing hesitated for a moment, but still accepted the milk tea from Mydei.
"... Please rest assured, we will do our best."
"Thank you so much. Goodbye..."
"... Wait a minute."
Xing called out to Mydei, then took out the camera he had borrowed from March 7th.
Let's take a picture together, at least to remember the moment.
"Ha... of course, come on."
With Mimi as the photographer, the power of " Remembrance " surges forth the moment the shutter button is pressed, and a brand new photograph is born!
"This technology... is truly amazing."
Dan Heng remarked with a sigh, "It seems this camera holds a deep secret..."
"Feels good. What do you think, Mydei?"
"Hmph, how should I put it... it's weird? I'm not talking about my photography skills, it's just that I rarely take pictures of myself..."
"But this photo... is really good."
Xing put her hands on her hips and said, "As expected of me."
"I hope you're satisfied—don't leave any regrets."
"... I also wish you a fulfilling experience in Amphoreus."
After saying goodbye to Xing and Dan Heng, it was time to conclude this farewell to Okhema.
The scene shifts, and Mydei is back in Cloud Stone Market. Unlike the High Priest, he doesn't have a " Gate of Myriad Paths " that allows him to directly reach Castrum Kremnos.
As he watched the many citizens seeing him off along the way, Mydei looked up at Phainon not far away.
"Long time no see," said the Guardian, Phainon, waving to Mydei.
"Hmph, I should have known it was you."
"See those children over there? They're the ones who brought everyone together."
"... That was truly unexpected," Mydei said.
"Do you really intend to just leave without even telling me?"
I was just on my way to say goodbye when I stumbled upon this scene.
"Oh, that's an honor. It's best not to keep them waiting too long, don't you think?"
"The journey from here to Castrum Kremnos is long. Taking a little longer, to see their faces one last time... might not be a bad idea."
Then, Mydei began to travel the last leg of the journey with Phainon, and he also noticed that among the crowds who came to see them off, it seemed that there were more than just the Kremnosians.
"Haha~ You're now Amphoreus's 'Guardian'."
As Phainon walked, he said to Mydei, "I think... perhaps the god of 'Strife ' should be renamed. How about the god of 'unity'? Or... ' Preservation '? Dan Heng told me about that name."
"I advise you to stay away from any occasion that requires naming."
"Ha... it seems ' Strife ' suits you better." Phainon smiled helplessly.
The two walked forward for a while, and when they reached the end, Phainon stopped.
Is there anything else you'd like to say goodbye? This might be your last chance.
"Snort..."
"... Why are you silent? I thought divinity would temper human sentimentality."
Mydei frowned slightly. "Are you really that relaxed? Or... is this just another disguise you're putting on?"
"... Your tone sounds just like Aglaea's, you know? But... you're not wrong." Phainon sighed. "I just think that in this kind of situation, pretending to be relaxed might seem more dignified."
"I don't need mind-reading abilities to see through your tricks."
"Heh~ Is my facial expression control really that bad?" Phainon chuckled. "But since things have come to this... thank you for helping me avenge my enemy, Mydeimos."
"This victory doesn't feel real, and it's far from over—you know that better than I do."
"... Yes. In the end, I still couldn't figure out the origin of that black-robed swordsman, or even be certain of his death."
"Perhaps, I haven't truly severed my own destiny."
"But that's not important." Mydei crossed his arms. "Pain can be healed, but scars cannot, nor should they be, erased. Even with the divine power of Oronyx, the past will still leave traces in blind spots."
Even if you kill that man in black, will the sense of loss in your heart be erased? Impossible. Revenge is merely a task that must be completed, but no one can find true satisfaction in it.
"... Who can argue with that?"
As someone who has been through it all, Mydei naturally sees things more clearly than Phainon.
Look ahead. Chew up your past, swallow it, and don't let emptiness and bitterness become the only flavors you know.
"Don't forget, there's a whole world waiting to be saved behind you."
Looking at the laughing and chatting crowd behind him, Phainon made up his mind. "I will remember this."
"My last request is for you to take good care of the warriors of Kremnos. They will definitely encounter resistance during their integration into Okhema... My only regret is that I cannot share this time with them."
"Don't worry, leave it to me. I want to check with them to see if the Kremnosians's dictionary is really missing so many words."
"Hmph, the philosophy of the Kremnosians is never revealed through dictionaries."
"But... if you have the chance in the next life, please visit my library."
Mydei raised his head, exchanged a glance with Craterus not far away, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"I'm leaving, Savior —remember to live to the end."
"Yeah. You too, don't die--"
"May you be invincible, Mydeimos."
Unexpectedly, Mydei had only taken a few steps when he remembered something, but still didn't stop. "... Oh, right. One last question."
Ask away, don't leave with regrets.
"You were the one who told Hatonus about the existence of that ring, weren't you?"
"Well... who knows?"
Sizzle!
Some time later, as Mydei stepped into the Kremnos Land after leaving the "Holy City" of Okhema, he vaguely sensed a "gaze" that seemed to come from the sky.
For some reason, after sensing this strange gaze, his thoughts began to drift away...
"Stand up, kid! You fought very bravely. That's all for today's training."
In one memory, the voice of her mother Gorgo, appears first, followed by her own voice as a child.
Yes, Mother.
The young blond boy stood up. "Mother... I have something I want to ask."
"What's wrong, Mydeimos?"
Why are we born to learn how to fight?
"For glory, child." Gorgo patted Mydeimos's head. " The Kremnosians recognize swords and spears from birth; the battlefield is our destiny..."
Is that really the case, Mother?
Mydei walked up to the 'blonde boy' and looked up at Gorgo.
Why do you ask that?
Because you sound uncertain.
The next moment, Gorgo's tone changed, sounding somewhat older than before:
"... You were right, Mydeimos. I believed those words until your father cast you into the Abyss of Fate."
"It was then that I realized how fragile everything I had believed in was. Perhaps the spirit of Kremnos' truly existed... but as the flower of greed bloomed, it withered away along with our glory."
"I no longer believe in any oaths or dogmas." Gorgo gazed tenderly at Mydei, "Now, I only have one identity left—"
"That is your mother, Mydeimos, your guardian..."