His voice was almost imperceptible.
"I will protect you with my life, for as long as I protect you, I will have the ultimate reason to survive."
"Let’s go."
He picked up the little girl and walked towards the corridor outside the Regency Hall.
Calila watched the back of the Radiant Demon, wanting to speak but not knowing how to make him stay, so she turned her head away instead.
In the dim light, down the long stone hallways of Naikarisu’s royal palace, his silhouette became a blurred, receding dot.
At this point, the content recorded in Calila’s Shadow Weave Record came to an end.
In the Fringe Space between the Shadow World and reality, only the final text that had remained there since the settlement of the Shadow World lingered in the starry sky.
[Series Shadow World—Blood Moon Bad World, historical coordinates anchored, current completion 3/4.]
[To date, the Blood Moon Bad World, starting from the Palante Empire, has traversed the Land of Perpetual Night, coming to the dark place of Demon King Island, marking its footsteps in history. Dear comrade fallen before the Blood Moon Cold Blade, do you still remember how the enmity as deep as the Blood Sea carved into our hearts, the deep red miasma that covered the southern lands, the shadows of the Blood Moon Demon that swept past, and the sorrows borne to this day, how can they be lightly articulated in words.]
[Before ending the Series Shadow World, the current Challenger will enter the fourth node of "Blood Moon Bad World".]
[Mission Objective: Complete the final node.]
It was like watching a movie.
Lanci stretched contentedly.
However, he noticed a faint sobbing beside him.
Turning his head, Hyperion was already tearful, with her eyes red and swollen.
"Hyperion..."
Lanci himself wasn’t particularly moved, but Hyperion seemed to have been completely immersed in Calila’s Shadow Weave Record.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Hyperion.
"Sorry... I’m okay..."
Hyperion accepted the handkerchief.
"Sorry... It’s rare for you to take me along..."
Soon she mumbled again.
"No, I should be the one apologizing, I didn’t mean to make you cry like this, I thought Calila’s memoir was all comedy,"
Lanci said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.
He hadn’t expected Fallen Wonderland to truly fail.
The two were silent for a long time, even the cat had slipped into the shadows.
Lanci waited until Hyperion’s breathing gradually stabilized, looked at her, and prepared to say something.
But her profile, with her skin transparent and delicate, still showed a faint red around her eyes.
"By the way, if I were gone, would you become like that?"
Hyperion seemed to notice Lanci’s gaze, turned to him, meeting his eyes, and asked.
"Then I probably wouldn’t be around either, the two of us, entwined with each other’s fortunes and misfortunes."
Lanci shook his head,
"But... now I think I understand why you care so much about merit. If you have bad luck, you’re afraid it might bring harm to me too. In fact, thinking about it now, it seems that I’ve caused a lot of trouble for you, always doing things that panic you."
Lanci finally spoke softly.
Hyperion looked at Lanci in surprise, the tear streaks fading away.
As if she could never have imagined hearing such words from Lanci in her lifetime.
Cat Boss’s projector automatically started playing the next video.
That is, their last Shadow World record left in the Palante Empire.
The music of Qieke Manor’s humorous and relaxed jazz began to play before the movie, the joining of brass instruments and strings making the tune increasingly joyful, as if ushering in a grand Broadway finale.
"No such thing,"
She moved closer to Lanci.
Then even closer to Lanci.
Until she reached out, put an arm around Lanci’s shoulder, pulled him to her side, and leaned in close, relying on each other for support.