Ereneth sat by the window every day, staring outside.
Her face betrayed no emotion, yet anyone familiar with her would notice the subtle change in her demeanor.
She was enveloped in a profound void, wrapped in loneliness. The only friend who remembered the war of a thousand years ago was now gone.
"Arterion... So, even you have left now."
She didnât regret telling Ghislain about Arterion.
She had fought for humanity. If she and Arterion had annihilated humankind, the sacrifices and battles of a thousand years ago would have lost all meaning.
Without looking away from the window, she finally spoke.
"...Youâve returned."
"Yes, thanks to you, we captured him without casualties."
"...I see."
If Ereneth hadnât forewarned them, the devastation might have mirrored that of her past life. Her information had allowed them to act at the perfect moment.
She had chosen her convictions over an old friend.
Scrape.
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