[User] "However, that also means he winds up as your accomplice far too often.” Tinasha grinned, her eyes lighting up. “But when it comes to that girl he lives with, Valt shows a much more human side, and it’s very interesting. I met her once when she came to the castle to bring him lunch. I can tell he cares for her a lot.”

[Assistant] “I know the fact that he’s unreadable doesn’t mean he carries bad intentions. He’s like you—he thinks everything through on his own and then handles it alone. You both conduct yourselves well, but you’re too careful when it counts, because you never give anything away, and that’s your downfall.”

[User] “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

[Assistant] “I’m talking about your solo missions and how they need to stop. Admittedly, I’ll still be entrusting anything magic related to you. Just tell me if you run into trouble.”

[User] “Okay,” Tinasha sang, sliding off the armrest and onto her feet.

[Assistant] Oscar picked up the cocoon on the table. Before his wife could leave to go work on her analysis, he called, “Wait, Tinasha. Demons can’t get past the castle city wards, right?”

[User] “Right. The wards are designed that way. We’d definitely have a hard time fighting off a high-ranking demon.”

[Assistant] “Can you cast similar ones around the other eastern towns and villages, then?”

[User] “I could…but I couldn’t get to all of them right away.”

[Assistant] Oscar nodded. That answer seemed to line up with what he had expected. “Just do what you can. It’s only to be safe, but I’d appreciate it. Start with the towns closest to the ones where the unnatural deaths occurred and then go west from there.”

[User] “But Oscar, that means—” Tinasha cut herself off, gasping as she realized what Oscar was implying.

[Assistant] Oscar caught Lazar’s eye, then Tinasha’s, and he scratched at his temple. “Five days before the first of these deaths, a mage fell from Minnedart’s ramparts and died. No one witnessed it, so everyone assumed it was an accident, but there were reports of strange-sounding screams. If it’s related to all the other deaths, it means something’s coming toward us from beyond the eastern border. I’d rather read too much into things and be safe instead of sorry.”

[User] “I’ll…have it done immediately,” Tinasha said before leaving the study.


[User] After Lazar watched the queen go, he asked the king in a tremulous tone...

[Assistant] “Do you think it’s a demon?”

[User] “Who knows? If so, it’s an awfully slow-moving demon. It’s going to take another two weeks to reach the city,” Oscar replied, resting his chin on his hands and letting his gaze wander.

[Assistant] As he watched his king sink deep into thought, Lazar felt a jolt of inexplicable fear. The castle archives held no record of the ruins in question.


[User] “I thought that might be the case,” Valt muttered as he left the castle to head home one evening. Because there was no record of the site, people had always thought the formation north of Farsas to be merely a natural cavern. However, there was an ancient structure concealed deep within the hollow. The past king of Farsas, who’d written of it in his journal, only noted he’d heard of the location from a spirit sorcerer who became his adviser. He had reigned centuries ago, a short time before Tinasha’s birth. Many records from that era had been lost to time, especially those pertaining to the secretive spirit sorcerers.

[Assistant] “All I can do now is consult my ancestors’ accounts…” The archives Valt had inherited as the Time-Reader heir were vast. When he first gained access, he skimmed through all of them, but he had yet to read them carefully. The other heirs were probably much the same. Therefore, there was a very good chance that some record or another Valt wasn’t familiar with did describe the ruins. With those thoughts on his mind, he reached his home, which was tucked into a corner of the castle city. The delicious aroma of soup wafted from the house.

[User] “I’m back,” he called as he opened the door.

[Assistant] “Valt!” cried a girl as she leaped at him head-on.

[User] “Oof!” Valt staggered back from her unexpected crash landing.

[Assistant] “What’s the matter, Miralys?”

[User] “Open this,” the silver-haired girl instructed, handing him a new spice jar.

[Assistant] Valt had spared no effort searching for Miralys and had managed to grab her before she joined the bandits. She wasn’t the person he’d found bleeding in a forest. But even so…

[User] “Valt? Can’t you open it?”

[Assistant] “No, I can. I was just lost in thought.”

[User] “Lost in thought about opening a jar?"


[User] "Were you thinking of a spell to get the lid off it, since you can’t do it on your own?”

[Assistant] “I told you, I can." Valt said, doing just that and passing the jar back to Miralys.

[User] “Thanks.” Miralys accepted the container and scurried off for the kitchen.

[Assistant] As he listened to her start humming, he smiled and went to his room to change clothes. Valt didn’t have a detailed plan when it came to working in Farsas Castle. He was simply there to observe the palace and those inside. It came as no surprise to discover that Farsas was incredibly stable. It placed great emphasis on magic research, and the court mages were well treated. He could easily live on his own with Miralys. After working for another three years or so as royal chief mage, he could even retire and go live a reclusive life with her in some rural town. But, no, he couldn’t. He didn’t have what he truly needed. No matter how content Valt was with his present life, he couldn’t grow too complacent.


[User] “Valt, dinner’s ready.”

[Assistant] “Coming," he replied, dropping the journal he was about to read back onto the pile of them in his room.

[User] When he reached the dinner table, Miralys looked up from setting dishes out and gave him the littlest smile. It was infectious, and he returned the expression. They sat at the little dining table facing each other. Miralys spread homemade jam on some soft bread.

[Assistant] “You worked a little late today.”

[User] “There’s something I need to look into. I’m going to be doing some reading after dinner, too, but call for me if you need anything.”

[Assistant] “I’ll bring you some tea, then. Did anything interesting happen today?”

[User] “I was working, not having fun, but in fact, something interesting did happen. But it was nothing too unusual. The king brought back an egg, which hatched into a stone bird that started flying all around the castle.”

[Assistant] “I never know what you’re talking about. How could something made of stone fly?”

[User] “In the Dark Age, they researched this sort of thing—artificial creatures. Actually, creating them proved difficult, so the research was abandoned. This is the first time I’ve seen one made with spiritual magic. Queen Tinasha is going to analyze it, and let me look at a diagram of the spell configuration once it’s done.”

[Assistant] Valt’s genuine curiosity must have been evident, because Miralys narrowed her eyes.

[User] “You really love magic.”

[Assistant] “Well…I’m a mage.”

[User] “I wish I’d been born with magic, too.”

[Assistant] “I’ve lent you some of mine, haven’t I?”

[User] “That’s just a mark. It’s not enough to use magic.” Miralys had no magical power of her own.


[User] This left her unable to protect herself, so Valt had loaned her a portion of his energy. It was tied to her soul and would guard her. Valt found the sight of Miralys puffing out her cheeks in displeasure very precious, but her impractical wish made his heart ache nonetheless. He’d wished the same thing himself once. Valt hadn’t been able to cast spells until the death of his father. There was no need yet to tell Miralys about that or any of the other secrets of his life. In her mind, she had simply met Valt by chance and was living with him. Someday, he would reveal the truth to this Miralys. He would explain about himself, about her, about their past that had once existed, and about what was to come. That day was a ways off yet, though. They were enjoying shockingly peaceful days, because Valt wasn’t on the hunt for Eleterria this time. Valt suddenly recalled something. "Lately, people have been dying in strange ways over in the east. Queen Tinasha said that because we’re affected, the culprit could be a demon. The wards around the city prevent demons from entering, but still…be very careful."

[Assistant] "Okay. But I don’t go outside the city anyway. I have no reason to."

[User] "I’m only saying it just in case." Valt said, narrowing his eyes at Miralys. When he concentrated, he could sense the faintest pulse of her soul—a living being’s core. It was the primordial power that all possessed, born of nature and returned to nature. Each time he saw that light inside her, he felt spurred to keep going.


[Assistant] The next day, when Valt arrived at work, he found a palm-sized stone bird flying around the castle courtyard. His fellow court mages were gazing up at it in wonderment.

[User] Doan noticed him and waved. "There you are. Look, it’s so funny."

[Assistant] "It’s gotten smaller."

[User] "Queen Tinasha analyzed it and made a duplicate. It sounds like it really was used for patrolling, although we don’t know what it was watching for. It doesn’t seem like it was only for people and demons, however."

[Assistant] "Not people and demons? Then what?" That left only low-ranking demons and fairies. Valt wanted to ask the duplicate maker herself, but Tinasha wasn’t around. "Where’s the queen?"

[User] "She went with Renart to set wards around the eastern towns, as the king requested."

[Assistant] Warding the settlements must have meant he’d detected something. Having served Oscar for the past three years, Valt judged him capable of jumping from the tiniest clue to the right answer. He would say things like, “I just had a hunch.” Tinasha claimed that her husband had very good intuition, but it was probably due to a calculation that the man wasn’t consciously aware of. Oscar was also quick to make decisions and often worked several steps ahead of regular people.

[User] Doan shrugged.


[User] "The idea of it gives me the creeps, but she’s doing it to be safe. Anyway, that means you can bring the report you’ve been working on to the king."

[Assistant] "How do you know I have a report?" Valt questioned

[User] "Because you’re late today. You were up late, weren’t you?" Doan had hit the nail on the head. Valt gazed up at the sky beseechingly. Sylvia and Pamyra snickered.

[Assistant] Valt held both his hands up in surrender. "All right, all right. I’m going to go see His Majesty, then. Let me know if anything happens."

[User] "You got it." As Valt left, Doan idly remarked, "Oh, and this bird has a function to scatter something, but the first bird was empty inside."

[Assistant] "Scatter…what?" His first thought was poison. The original had only been empty because it was newly hatched. However, that didn’t match what Valt had uncovered. While thinking it over, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Didn’t that make Queen Tinasha even unhappier with the king?"

[User] "That’s right. So before she gets back, please try and convince the king to be less reckless."

[Assistant] "I’ll try," Valt agreed, but between the king and queen, he had a much harder time with the former. In the past, Tinasha had killed him many more times than Oscar had, but he could still predict her thoughts and actions. The king of Farsas was far younger than the witch and often behaved erratically. Valt had taken a court position to better understand him, but even after three years in the castle, he still found the king difficult to deal with. Valt knocked on the door to the study.


[User] Valt knocks on the door to the study.

[Assistant] Oscar called for him to enter

[User] "...You’re back. So what were the ruins made for?" King asks as Valt enters.

[Assistant] "They were once a hidden refuge for spirit sorcerers who fled from mage hunters." Valt replied. That was what he had managed to dig out from the vast records kept by his ancestors. He passed a copy he had made of the journal to the king. "They were built by people who were driven out by a country that predated Tayiri, but according to records made by someone who knew that era well, they were only used for about thirty years. After that, the residents started to die out, and those who were left scattered all over."

[User] "Ah yeah, since the ruins are in the north, it would make sense for them to be related to Tayiri." remarked the king. "With so many spirit sorcerers, they could have fought, but they elected to go into hiding."


[User] “That may be because spirit sorcerers lose their power once their chastity is gone.”

[Assistant] “A while back, Tinasha took me to some seaside ruins. That place had a real mysterious feel. I can’t speak for Tinasha, but to me, it was like it had accepted this sense of very gradual demise. I also didn’t pick up on any sort of hostility from the site where I retrieved the egg.”

[User] Valt mentions that spirit sorcerers were proficient in controlling nature, and some preferred to live in the wild and pass away there. Oscar never mentioned as much to his wife, since she was a spirit sorcerer who had chosen to keep a long life. Valt didn’t think she would mind, but perhaps the king was trying to be considerate. "Why did you take that egg?” Valt inquired.

[Assistant] Valt notes that Oscar had gone to the ruins as a sort of test of skill. But as there were few traps and obstructions, he must have felt disappointed. Why bother returning with a relic, then? He wasn’t the sort to dig up precious weapons or magic implements and haul them home.

[User] Oscar flashed a strained smile in reply. “The egg was placed on a small altar in the center of the ruins. The moment I saw it, I could tell it had been held in high regard. I hated the idea of it rotting away in there, forgotten.”

[Assistant] “Next time, I recommend you tell the queen about this sort of thing right away without trying to hide it from her.”

[User] “I’ll do that.”

[Assistant] “If she gets back and she’s still testy with you, tell her Valt has a report for her. I’ll mediate things.”

[User] “Thanks. Sorry about this.”

[Assistant] For now, the matter of the egg was closed. Valt bowed and made ready to leave. When he lifted his head, he found the king staring straight at him. “Is…something the matter?”

[User] “It’s nothing. But if you ever run into trouble, tell me before deciding things on your own. I’ll do what I can to help.”

[Assistant] For a moment, it seemed that Oscar could see right through Valt’s situation. Hearing a statement like that from the king was a surprise. Fortunately, he narrowly managed to keep his discomfiture from showing on his face, pasting on a pained grin. “Where could this be coming from? I don’t have any complaints about my tenure here.”

[User] “Ah, it’s just that I get this sense that you’re the type who doesn’t rely too much on others. But if you ever reach a fork in the road and you’re not sure whether you’re going to betray me or not, tell me first.”

[Assistant] “I…don’t know why such a thing would ever come to pass.” Cold sweat trickled down Valt’s back. Oscar couldn’t have suspected anything, because Valt had no plots at the moment. At present, he only intended to serve Farsas. However, this was Oscar looking at Valt, jumping a step ahead, and arriving at the correct answer. Valt bowed his head again.


[User] "I’m grateful to you for saying so. I dearly hope something like that never happens, but…should the worst occur, I will do as you ask.”

[Assistant] “Mm-hmm. Talk to me anytime. That’s what I’m here for,” Oscar replied nonchalantly, despite being the ruler of an entire nation.


[User] Valt stepped from a covered outdoor walkway and headed for the training grounds. There he found the king and queen sparring. The sound of metal clashing was inescapable.

[Assistant] Tinasha slashed at Oscar with her sword, sweat dabbing her lithe physique.

[User] "Don’t slow down just because you’re tired. You have to keep your pace," the king instructed.

[Assistant] "I’m trying," she panted back, jabbing at her husband.

[User] "Watch out!" he cried, grabbing her arm as she almost fell. Drawing her close, he patted her back. "Let’s call it a day here. You look like you’re going to keel over if we continue."

[Assistant] "I really lack endurance… Thank you," said the queen, perspiring all over. Her shoulders were heaving as she leaned against her husband’s chest.


[User] “What is it? Which one of us do you need?”

[Assistant] “Queen Tinasha. A merchant party accompanied by a demonic beast familiar has arrived at the city gates and wishes to enter.” Unauthorized demons and demonic spirits were not permitted in the castle city. Extenuating circumstances required permission from Tinasha or those sanctioned by her. It was a necessary measure to keep the city safe.

[User] Tinasha brushed her sweaty bangs up and out of her face. "I didn’t receive an application mentioning anything like that.”

[Assistant] “Evidently, there was something wrong with their papers, and they were delayed in reaching the castle.” Entry procedure called for applying to a mage authorized by Tinasha in advance of the desired day. However, the forms hadn’t made it in time on this occasion. Such groups could be kept waiting outside the city gates, but Tinasha was such a conscientious person that she frequently saw to these matters herself.

[User] “Ooh, I see. It sounds like you’ve been very busy today, Valt. Just give me a moment."

[Assistant] “There’s no need. If you’ll authorize me, I can go.”

[User] Oscar patted Tinasha on the head. “Let Valt do it. You’re so worn out that it’ll take a while for you to look presentable.”

[Assistant] “Fine… Please see to it.”

[User] “Yes, Your Majesty.” Tinasha pointed at Valt, and a tiny dot of white light appeared at her fingertip and floated over to him, where it was absorbed into his forehead. Now he was fully authorized. A little stone bird popped out of nowhere and settled itself on Valt’s shoulder.

[Assistant] bursting out laughing. “It looks like it wants to come along.”

[User] “Is it…all right to bring one outside the city gates?”

[Assistant] “It’s perfectly fine. I’m sure the local children will be delighted.”

[User] “I’ll be careful to bring it back safe and sound.” said Valt, bowing to the king and queen again before leaving the training grounds. While the queen often teleported around like it was nothing, Valt’s position made it difficult for him to do the same. Oscar might have freakishly keen powers of observation, so Valt couldn’t afford to overplay his hand. Thus, he used a transportation array in the castle to teleport to the closest guard station.


[Assistant] As he was walking from there to the castle gates

[User] “Valt? What is it? Are you finished with work already?” She was carrying so many flowers she had bought at the market that he couldn’t see her face. Had he not heard her voice, he might have thought she was nothing but a gigantic bouquet.

[Assistant] “Oh, Miralys.”


[User] "What are you doing with all those?"

[Assistant] "I’m going to decorate the house with them.”

[User] “Isn’t that a few too many?” Valt knows Miralys doesn’t adore flowers. After a brief awkward pause.

[Assistant] “Someone put in a large order at the florist I go to but never showed to pick it up. The shopkeeper looked so upset that I bought them all.”

[User] Valt’s eyes grew wide listening to her tale. “You’re a sweet girl, Miralys.”

[Assistant] “No, I’m not.” She mumbled.

[User] Because he couldn’t see her face, he walked up and took half of the blossoms sticking out of her basket. White petals parted to reveal Miralys, her face the faintest shade of pink. “It’ll be too dangerous for you to go home alone like that. I have to head to the castle gates to take care of something, but after that, I’ll be free to walk with you.”

[Assistant] “But you’re at work. They’ll get mad.”

[User] “They’d be more upset if they knew I let you go home like that. I’ll be sure to contact the castle. It’ll be fine.” He assures her, and he set off.

[Assistant] Still looking reluctant, Miralys followed. “Hey, what’s this bird?”

[User] “This is a magical creature made by Queen Tinasha.”

[Assistant] “Oh wow. Can I pet it later?”

[User] “Of course. But it’s castle property, so I have to bring it back with me.” The gates were just up ahead. The street was packed with bustling crowds, and there was not a cloud in the sky. A pleasant breeze rustled the white flowers in their arms.

[Assistant] The guard stationed at the gates smiled when he saw Valt and the blossoms he was holding. “Taken up flower peddling, chief mage?”

[User] “Not quite. We’re just coming from a large purchase. I’ve been authorized to grant access to the city. Could you show me to the merchants awaiting entry?”

[Assistant] “Yes, right this way.” The guard said, turning around to unlock the door behind him.


[User] All of a sudden, an earsplitting noise sounded from the side—an awful grating screech like stones rubbing together. It was coming from the bird on Valt’s shoulder.

[Assistant] Miralys frowned. “What is it? What’s going on?”

[User] “I don’t know, but…”


[User] She was clearly not in her right mind, more resembling a corpse than a living being. Valt recognized her. "Tris…?" Valt blurted.

[Assistant] "Is she okay?" Miralys asked dubiously.

[User] The sight of her so completely transformed made Valt gasp.

[Assistant] A young man appeared from behind Tris, his eyes flashing with dark resentment. Valt recognized him as well. This was Savas, the prince of Yarda.

[User] "What are you doing here…?" Valt asked. He had a bad feeling.

[Assistant] Savas surveyed the streets around him with empty eyes before commanding Tris. "Go."

[User] The battered girl staggered forward. That was how it began.

[Assistant] "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Miralys crumpled to the ground while letting out a terrible scream.

[User] Unfortunately, Valt couldn’t even reach for her, as he was struck on the temple so hard it sent him stumbling. His vision spun. He didn’t understand what was happening. His head was a mess, and his guts were churning. Through blurry vision, he attempted to locate the girl he adored.

[Assistant] "Mira…lys…?" Valt crawled to her, Tris passed right by.

[User] Screams soon erupted from somewhere close by.

[Assistant] "AAAAHHH!"

[User] "NOOOOOO!"

[Assistant] Shrieks sounded from everywhere, the stone bird crying in warning through it all. Valt could sense magic going haywire in the vicinity.

[User] "Ha-ha! So this is the power of a god. Fall to your knees! Suffer your ruin, foolish foes of Leonora!" Savas let out a twisted, mad laugh.

[Assistant] The world was dimming as Valt’s consciousness slipped. He reached out a trembling hand and caught hold of Miralys’s. No matter how he squinted, he could no longer see the light of her soul. It was already very far away. The flower petals, dripping with blood, caught the light of the sun and sparkled.


[User] "You’re awake." When Valt woke next, Doan’s voice was the first thing he heard.

[Assistant] It was a struggle to get his sluggish body to obey, but he looked around. "Where am I…?"

[User] "The castle, in a temporary hospice room. We brought everyone who didn’t die here. A lot are still unconscious."

[Assistant] They were in one of the castle reception chambers, now home to over twenty evenly spaced beds that held ashen-faced patients. A huge magic circle was drawn on the floor; a life-preservation spell.

[User] "Where’s the queen?" Valt asked

[Assistant] Doan didn’t answer. He was sitting next to the bed opposite Valt’s. "Let me tell you this first." Doan’s face was gaunt, and his voice was purposely unemotional when he spoke.


[User] “A week has passed since we encountered…that. We’ve managed to take care of it, mostly. We’re in the cleanup phase now.”

[Assistant] “The…cleanup phase?” Something had attacked unexpectedly. Reflecting upon it, Valt did have a guess as to what it may have been. All the omens lined up, after all. The mysterious, unexplained deaths one after another in the east. Oscar suspected that the very first casualty was the mage who fell to his death at Minnedart. However, something had occurred before that in the vicinity of the fortress—the Ito riders’ extensive raiding and subsequent capture. It probably got released in the aftermath of all that. Something dwelled in a place sacred to the Ito. Valt had read about it in one of his ancestors’ journals. It had to be the exact same thing that the ancient spirit sorcerers fled Tayiri to escape. The stone birds were created to patrol for it. “So it was…Irityrdia.” The thing that made mages lose their minds, sent their magic running haywire, and wrecked their spirits and life force. A force of nature also known by the names World-Splitting Blade and Sleeping Paleface. Irityrdia—Tayiri’s one god—was the true form of what was sealed away inside Tris. Long ago, a mage’s body was used to seal it off when it caused havoc. Someone who knew of this must have placed Irityrdia within Tris.

[User] “You know what this is? We finally managed to pinpoint it just yesterday after investigating the Ito ruins. I read about it a long time ago, although I’d forgotten. I guess that means everyone who died in the east had magic.”

[Assistant] “Yeah. Some of them hadn’t ever undergone training to control their power, so they didn’t register as having any when we investigated. Everyone who died either had magic or was otherwise affected by magic going haywire.” According to the legends, the presence of Irityrdia rendered mages insane in both mind and body, a danger to themselves and others. Irityrdia must have awakened in the aftermath of the battle with the Ito, slowly made its way toward the castle city, leaving a trail of death and destruction in its wake…and gotten captured along the way.

[User] Doan let out a heavy sigh. "It looks like it was Savas’s intention to bring Irityrdia into the city. Disguising himself and his group as a merchant caravan and making sure his faulty papers meant the castle didn’t have advance notice of his visit—all of it was a trick to lure the queen out.”

[Assistant] “I don’t…think Savas was the one behind this. Ordinary people wouldn’t know about Irityrdia or be able to seal it inside a mage’s body. He must have been used as a puppet, since mages can’t get close to Irityrdia. One of Leonora’s underlings or someone else must be responsible.” Fortunately, even a plot like this hadn’t destroyed Farsas. The situation had been resolved in only a week.


[User] "What happened to Miralys? The girl who was with me when Irityrdia came." He knew the answer. That was one more reason why Irityrdia had come to the castle city.

[Assistant] Doan stood. "I’ll show you. Can you walk?"

[User] "Yes…" Even after dragging his battered body out of the bed, Valt had to lean on Doan to keep from falling over.

[Assistant] When he finally got a look at all the beds in the room, he groaned. "Half the court mages are here."

[User] "And these are the lucky ones. That stone bird the king brought back? What it scattered was an Irityrdia-resistant psychological safeguard created by spirit sorcerers. Those of us who work in the castle were much better equipped to handle it than the mages out in town. It’s why you’re still sane after coming so close to Irityrdia."

[Assistant] "I see. It spread it all over the castle, and that’s why it was empty. The king really has incredible luck…"

[User] Despite explaining as much to him, Doan only offered a tight smile.


[Assistant] The two left the makeshift hospital, and Doan led Valt to a small parlor.

[User] "I’ll be in the hospice room if you need me."

[Assistant] Valt approached her and gazed down at her pallid face.

[User] "Sure…" Once the door clicked shut, Valt dug his nails into his palms hard enough to draw blood.

[Assistant] Valt took her hand. It was so small. "I should have kept you locked up."

[User] "It’s my fault…"


[Assistant] Valt returned to the hospice room. "I have something I need to discuss with the queen. Do you know where she is?"

[User] "She’s dead." The words echoed around the sparsely furnished room.

[Assistant] After a few moments of complete stupefaction, Valt asked, "She’s what?"


[User] "How?"

[Assistant] "There wasn’t much time to deliberate over what to do, and the damage had spread too far. Irityrdia’s power was only growing stronger. No one knew it was inside Tris. When she died, it was released, and the situation went completely out of control. Queen Tinasha had no choice but to use her own body as a vessel and hold Irityrdia in check so that Akashia could destroy it." There was not a trace of emotion in Doan’s words.

[User] "So if you need to discuss something, go to the king. He should be in the chapel underground now."


[Assistant] A chapel was built in a grove of trees behind the castle. Its subterranean level served as the royal mausoleum. The witch’s corpse, dressed in her wedding clothes, lay enshrined on the altar of a small sanctuary. The king was standing next to it, staring at his wife’s lifeless body. One hand gently carded away the hair from her forehead, and he caressed her smooth cheeks. Valt noticed that the king’s fingers were trembling.

[User] Without taking his eyes off Tinasha’s lifeless face, the king said, "I thought I was prepared for this, but it turns out I wasn’t."

[Assistant] For three days, Irityrdia had laid waste to the city. In that time, nearly three hundred died. The storm that swept through all planes of existence in search of magical power rapidly became more powerful and untouchable…until the queen’s death brought the tragedy to a close.

[User] "I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to give her life for her country. But for whatever reason, I always thought that only extended to Tuldarr."

[Assistant] Tinasha had died to protect the country she’d married into. As Akashia had plunged into her, she’d grabbed hold of it and wouldn’t allow Oscar to pull it out. That was how fierce her spirit was.

[User] "No one was more careless with their life than she was. I’m going to do everything I can to honor her in return."

[Assistant] "I’m sure…Queen Tinasha was fully aware of that."

[User] She had always been that sort of person. No matter how many times history repeated, she always chose her king. Oscar was the only one who knew what her life was worth, which was why she could relax and let herself love him.

[Assistant] The king turned his head to look at Valt, standing in the doorway. His twilight sky–blue eyes held naked remorse. "To be honest, I wanted to pull Akashia out. Even if by force."

[User] If the royal sword had shattered the core inside her, she might have been saved, and Irityrdia would still have been destroyed. However, the entity had grown too large. Oscar and Tinasha had realized that when the core was shattered—and they made a decision. The queen’s death meant the end for the part of Oscar that was just an ordinary man. He would live the rest of his life out of duty alone. The young king looked down at his right hand.


[User] “This is the first time I’ve ever hated Akashia’s existence… And that stays between us.”

[Assistant] “Of course.”

[User] Valt bowed low before his king, "It has not been very long, but I will be retiring from my post. I’m very sorry to leave at such a time.”

[Assistant] “That’s fine. I’m to blame for not preventing this, and I’ve done badly by you. I can’t apologize enough.”

[User] "I pray that you keep in good health. May we meet again in another era and in another way.”

[Assistant] “Yes. Indeed.”

[User] Valt bowed low to Oscar with utter sincerity. Before he left, Valt asked one thing that was on his mind. "If you could go back in time and do it over, what would you change?”

[Assistant] The king’s eyes widened a little. “I’m not sure. But…”

[User] For the first time that day, Oscar gave a tight smile. “If it was only to save or help myself, I know I wouldn’t be able to go through with anything.”


[Assistant] Wandering through the depths of despair, he scoured the mainland for the artifact, following it from person to person. Years passed in the blink of an eye.

[User] Valt muttered wryly, standing before the small grave where Miralys’s remains were interred. “Somewhere in my mind, I knew that who you were in this lifetime is different from who you were before."

[Assistant] “But you are still you. The world will not diverge. No matter how many lifetimes repeat, you will be yourself, with the same soul.”

[User] Valt presented the gravestone with a little box.

[Assistant] “I will find you again.”


[User] Valt slumped over the table.

[Assistant] "Valt, did you fell asleep?" Someone asked, shaking his shoulder and jostling him awake from his position slumped over the table.

[User] The girl who roused him was gazing down with concern in her green eyes.

[Assistant] "Morning." He reached out to stroke her soft cheek as her gaze finally brought him back to reality.

[User] When Miralys heard that, she pursed her lips. "You dozed off, which must mean you’re exhausted. We should postpone things."

[Assistant] "I’m perfectly fine. I was just having a little dream of a time long in the past." He said before rising to his feet. He observed the girl before him—her lustrous silver hair, her pale green eyes.

[User] He reached out and took this girl who was once his wife into his arms. "Miralys, thank you for everything you’ve done."

[Assistant] "Where is this coming from? You are exhausted, aren’t you?"

[User] "Never mind that, just let me say this. We’re at an important juncture."

[Assistant] "Don’t make it sound like we’re going to be torn apart forever. Come on. Dinner is waiting." She replied exasperatedly.

[User] Valt’s eyes fell shut, and he smiled as he hugged her tighter. "I love you. No matter the life or timeline, I’m always so happy with you."

[Assistant] "Are you sure you phrased that right? Anyway, I don’t intend to leave you. What about dinner?"

[User] "Right. Sorry."

[Assistant] "You’re going to be here at the dining table with me, tomorrow and every day after that. Always."

[User] "Yes." Valt responded, keeping his voice cheerful as he buried his face in her hair.


[User] So in exchange, he gave her something else—undeniable proof of his feelings, though that, too, would fade from her memory eventually. Now he would take to the stage to bring this interminable comedy to a close. The day dawned bright and sunny. Oscar had come to Tuldarr via his personal transportation array. He gazed up at the sky from the passage leading to the cathedral. Clear water fell from a colonnade he spied in the distance, flowing into the gardens. Farther back past that was the tower where the ruler dwelled…though Tinasha no longer lived there. She’d abdicated yesterday. Today was Legis’s coronation. In just half a year, the reins of the kingdom had traded hands. Two days after stepping down from the throne, the sovereign queen would become Oscar’s wife. As Oscar reflected on the year that had passed so quickly, he mused that his younger self from before Tinasha would be stunned to see what had transpired. That version of himself believed that, curse or no curse, he would choose the safest possible option for his bride. That or he would marry no one at all and adopt an heir instead. As he’d grown to understand her, he’d fallen in love. She was reckless and unmanageable, and he knew freedom when he was with her. That was something he would have never felt in his life had things progressed normally. Her somewhat clingy and entirely peerless love for him had opened a new door. It brought such tremendous joy that it felt like a miracle. For that reason, he wanted to give her just as much freedom. Perhaps even more. Even if it took his whole life, he wouldn’t regret it.

[Assistant] "I thought that with so many ceremonies taking place day after day, some of the guests would go home, but the crowd hasn’t diminished."

[User] "Don’t tell me that’s why you put your wedding on the last day." Doan hissed.

[Assistant] "That was just a coincidence." Oscar replied. Naturally, he’d checked with Tuldarr’s schedule in advance, but he hadn’t selected a date hoping for a lower attendance. His only request was to make it as soon as possible after Tinasha’s abdication. In return, both Tuldarr and Farsas were receiving and hosting guests who would be present at all the events. Once Legis’s coronation concluded, Tinasha planned to go to Farsas.

[User] "You know, I haven’t seen her wedding gown yet. I’m really looking forward to it." Oscar said to Doan.

[Assistant] "Really? That’s a surprise."

[User] "But I did have her dresses for all the other events made to my tastes."

[Assistant] "There it is." Doan quipped dryly, as he so often did.

[User] Oscar burst out laughing. Until the day of Tinasha’s coronation, when she announced she would be abdicating, Oscar had never dreamed of such a future for himself. He’d decided to gift her a new gown every year, since he couldn’t spend his life with her.


[User] Pausing before the entrance to the cathedral, Oscar glanced at the royal sword belted at his waist.

[Assistant] "I’m praying we keep making it out alive…" He hoped they would eliminate all plots against them and never give enemies an opening. They would live together, and he would protect his country.


[User] Clouds occasionally streamed past the blue sky out the window. It had to be windy higher up. Tinasha felt a curious longing for the past as she watched.

[Assistant] A door in the back of the room opened, and a young man in formal attire entered. She bowed to him.

[User] "All is secure, Your Majesty."

[Assistant] "I’m not king yet." answered the man she had called “Your Majesty” with an exasperated smile.

[User] "You may as well be. I believe the guests have all arrived."

[Assistant] "I appreciate them for coming, but it does make me nervous to undergo a coronation ceremony before all the other nations." Legis admitted.

[User] "You’re lying to me. You’re not nervous at all, are you?"

[Assistant] "You can tell?" Legis said with a laugh, passing some papers to Tinasha.

[User] "I’m glad we have fine weather today. Everyone’s worked so hard to make this come together."

[Assistant] "Had it been stormy, I would have changed the weather."

[User] Chuckling, "Spoken like a true spirit sorcerer."

[Assistant] His placid gaze turned remote as he regarded the city streets in the distance. "I love this country. I am prepared to devote my entire life to it." His tone was full of conviction.

[User] "I am sure you will be a much better ruler than I was." The praise came in a clear, ringing tone.

[Assistant] Legis’s cheeks were pink as he grinned at her, but a serious look stole back over his face. "I am very glad that I was able to meet you."


[User] "You’ve saved the country more times than I can count.”

[Assistant] “I feel like I’ve caused nothing but trouble for you over the past several months, though,” she answered, sighing.

[User] Moved almost to tears, Tinasha bowed to Legis. “I should be the one offering you my gratitude. You’ve taught me so much.”

[Assistant] “Not at all. I’ve learned from you. Come back and visit whenever you feel like it.”

[User] “Now that you’ve offered, I definitely will. I know Oscar’s going to waste no time teasing me once we’re married.”

[Assistant] “Please do. I’ll keep your rooms open. You can confide in me anytime,” Legis assured her.

[User] “I’ll admit to feeling hesitant about the prospect of wasting a king’s time with my personal gripes and grievances…”


[User] "I’m so glad I could come to this time period." She stated, meaning every word.

[Assistant] "I’m delighted that I could be of service. I wish you all the happiness in the world." He bowed deeply to her before leaving for the coronation.  Sunlight streamed in from the windows, shining off the back of his official dress.

[User] Tinasha watched him go with a myriad of emotions in her throat. What was despair? It wasn’t the same thing as death. Death was something he had experienced many times already. He had repeatedly witnessed his own passing and the passing of others. Tragedy had numbed his emotions. He stood frozen at the beginning of the beginning, screaming and insane. Ultimately, he had come to believe that no matter when or how a person dies, death itself had no meaning.


[Assistant] Tinasha was not seated with the guests, for she was in charge of security. That stationed her right to the side of the entryway, where she could monitor the network of spells she had laid out. She stood to the back of the central altar, and it obscured her view, creating a blind spot of the front. Still, she knew Oscar was seated there. They had both been so busy in the past few days that they hadn’t been able to meet, which was in line with the Farsas tradition for the betrothed anyway. As often happened whenever Tinasha was incredibly swamped, the whole thing felt like some nostalgic dream of bygone days.

[User] "Although he’d probably be annoyed with me if I told him that." She murmured. As her wedding was not for another two days, she was between titles at present. While Tuldarr treated her like a royal, she was no longer a queen, nor a princess. She had taken advantage of that to position herself behind the scenes of the coronation. Tinasha’s dark eyes were closed so she could focus her awareness on the defensive spells, but she still heard Legis delivering his opening remarks up on the dais. His pointed yet tolerant message expressed his personality very well; Tinasha smiled. For the time being, she didn’t detect anything suspicious. The coronation was scheduled to finish in another five minutes. Tinasha sensed Pamyra’s magic as the woman approached on patrol, and she waved to her without opening her eyes. And that was when Tinasha furrowed her brow. There was something—a voice only she could hear was calling. The magic was faint, though that did not reflect on the strength of the speaker’s power. Instead, it meant the magic had been engineered only to reach her, cleverly weaving through the castle wards. Had such an adroit mage in possession of such spectacular magic served the court, their name might have gone down in history. Instead, this person operated in the shadows, plotting and scheming.


[User] Tinasha couldn’t imagine what this certain individual, endowed with vast archives and memories of lost lifetimes, was thinking, or what they might attempt.

[Assistant] The message that came to her consisted of congratulations on the new king’s coronation and well wishes on her upcoming nuptials. But there was no way she could accept that at face value, nor did she trust the sender to be genuine.

[User] Legis’s speech finished. Raucous applause burst forth at this birth of a new king. The fervor and excitement in the cathedral reached a fever pitch.

[Assistant] With this, a new chapter of history would dawn on Tuldarr. Tinasha wished the people living in this country eternal happiness. Hopefully, they would know the protection of a well-founded government. That was one more reason why she couldn’t let any schemers do as they pleased.

[User] The network of security spells Tinasha had set for the coronation had fifteen parts, each monitored by several mages. She was only within the spells’ coverage to keep an eye on them. Her absence would not alter the magic. The decision took only a moment. Tinasha honed her consciousness to a point and followed the voice, locating it at the edge of a very small, very fine hidden spell. He wasn’t going to get away again. She wouldn’t let him. This time, she would capture him, control him, and make him surrender. There could be no mercy. At last, she located him. He was within Tuldarr but was a considerable distance away. Such a gap didn’t matter to Tinasha, though. She forced a link to the place, tracing his magic and pulling the coordinates from his spell. As her lips curled in a defiant grin, she vanished with no incantation, leaving the cathedral brimming with enthusiasm.


[Assistant] Tinasha’s surroundings rearranged around her. She had landed in the middle of a wide field. Wind streamed across the grass, making it undulate like waves.

[User] Valt Standing in the center of the field, who smiled delightedly at her arrival. "Ah, so you came. You’re the only one who could trace my location, despite all my camouflaging.”

[Assistant] Without answering, Tinasha lifted her right hand, placing a teleportation ban on the area.

[User] Valt looked surprised, but it was unclear whether this was because of the speed of her action, her decision, or the complexity of the spell. His tone was glowing as he praised her. “Wonderful work as always. But there’s no need to rush. I have no intention of running.”

[Assistant] "How admirable. Does that mean you’re ready to die?”

[User] “Of course. I am ready to die anywhere and at any time. I’ve been ready for a long time. However…this moment will never come again. Do you truly understand the significance of that?” Valt gazed up. Clouds drifted rapidly across the sky. Loneliness he failed to suppress shone in his eyes—an emotion he couldn’t share with others. He pointed to a spot on the empty field. “Once upon a time, an azure tower stood there.


[User] "The tower was equipped with a series of trials, be it traps or monsters. Those who beat them all and reached the top level would be granted a wish from the witch who lived there. But now that tower doesn’t exist—it never did.”

[Assistant] “And was that witch me?”

[User] “It was. The Witch of the Azure Moon—the fifth witch and hailed as the strongest. That is a version of you that no longer exists. Are you surprised?”

[Assistant] “A little, although I had some vague idea." Tinasha replied, tucking her black hair behind her ears to keep the wind from whipping it up. How had she been married to Oscar before the world was changed, despite their differing eras? Why hadn’t he ever explained it? There was only one sort of being who possessed mighty power and lived for centuries. Tinasha had remained unconvinced by that alone, however. That was why she’d frozen up when Valt said that name so abruptly the last time they spoke.

[User] Valt’s gaze dropped to the barren plain at their feet. "You built a tower in this wasteland and lived there alone. You were much stronger and colder than you are now. That’s why I rejoiced when I discovered that you hadn’t become a witch this time and that you had put yourself in a magic sleep. Come, let’s go and retrieve the other half of Eleterria. It’s time to bring all of this to an end.” Valt drew out a small white box. Both of them knew what was inside.

[Assistant] While on guard against him, for she had no idea what he was thinking, Tinasha licked her lips. “I’m not going. Give that back.”

[User] “You’ll go, and willingly. I know how effective hostages are at swaying you.” Valt said lightly, and he snapped his fingers. The world shuddered a bit. A hint of magic drifted through the air.

[Assistant] Tinasha frowned. “What are you…?”

[User] “I’ve put just a bit of power into a spell. You can tell what it is, can’t you?” Valt replied, closing his eyes and looking confident.

[Assistant] Tinasha glared daggers at that calm, composed face and followed the faint traces of magic to their source. It went on and on, stretching far into the distance on a path that branched and forked, but finally, she grasped the complete picture. Once Tinasha understood, she was struck dumb. “That’s insane.”

[User] “Do you see? The best hostage I could take to move you would be Tuldarr itself.” Valt’s spell was an enormous magic circle linking five cities and towns in a ring, with the castle city in the center. Rigged up out of sight, it would erupt into a conflagration once triggered. The flames would then consume the lives of all inside, using them as catalysts to summon up more magic until they swirled into a firestorm that would destroy the entire country. The spell was designed to massacre on a terrifyingly large scale. A twisted expression formed on Valt’s face.


[User] “If you refuse to cooperate, I will ruin Tuldarr.” Tinasha shuddered to imagine such an unprecedented forbidden curse. There was, at least, magic in place within the capital city that prevented any unauthorized widespread spells. Yet this had slipped past that defense.

[Assistant] “No… Did you shrink down the magic for the spell itself to the smallest it could go? You made it so weak it would never have any effect, ordinarily. To compensate, you made the configuration as intricate and complex as possible…”

[User] “Ultimately, it’s much more difficult to defend than to attack. All the deciding power lies with the aggressor: where to attack, how to do it, and when. Admittedly, it would’ve been difficult for any ordinary person to lay the groundwork on such a massive scale. We drew up dozens and dozens of spells so small you wouldn’t notice until the very last minute, and then we connected them. Oh, but it did make us uneasy when someone discovered a half-finished spell once and tried to use it.” Valt explained blithely, though the level of spellwork here was anything but normal. To have come so far with such a massive, forbidden work required vast reserves of magic, exceptional spell-casting ability, and fierce tenacity. And not only that…

[Assistant] “Where did you learn of this spell?” Tinasha demanded. “There are many forbidden curses that use souls as catalysts to summon magic, but this is one that was used four hundred years ago, and no records remain of it.” It was the very spell that Lanak, Tinasha’s fellow candidate for the throne, sought to use on her when she was young. Here it was again, targeting her anew, but knowledge of this magic should have perished.

[User] Valt gave her a wan smile. “We acquire knowledge and pass it down. Some of us, in lifetimes past, were close to your fiancé.”

[Assistant] “This isn’t funny. Are you saying that your people have acted in the shadows of history this entire time?”

[User] “Surely not. The Time-Reader clan is not as all-encompassing as you may believe. Our founder was only one person. The next heir can’t awaken to their powers until their predecessor dies. The only thing we know about the other heirs, past and future, is their names. Everything else we must relay via journals and memoirs. It’s an inconvenient, lonely existence.” Valt said bitterly, his face conveying only sadness and gloom. But then his enigmatic smile returned. “It has taken more than three months, from the time we began laying the groundwork for the spell up until the finishing touches. We had to be exceedingly careful not to trip Tuldarr’s surveillance network and alert you. Ironically, you would have noticed if we’d prepared this in Farsas. Considering the scope of this spell, it is constantly emitting low-grade magic. However, Tuldarr is a nation of mages. The faintest trace of odd magic wouldn’t give you pause, would it?”

[Assistant] Tinasha gritted her teeth at the enormity of her blunder.


[User] “Allow me to say that I am not the one who cast this spell. If you kill me, the caster will trigger it. Ah, and don’t think of telling anyone. No one can do a thing to stop this. Within the spell are five definition names.” Valt shrugged, such was the thoroughness of Valt’s plan, and how cautiously he had arranged everything.

[Assistant] “You would go this far to get Eleterria…? What do you mean to do by changing the past?” Tinasha’s irrepressible emotions made her magic start to roil and seethe.

[User] “I have a mere personal wish.” He answered.

[Assistant] She understood that some people weren’t like her. For most people, in fact, what was worth doing and what they wanted to do didn’t equal out. Valt was a prime example.

[User] “I feel no guilt at all, no matter how many I must sacrifice. Regardless of how I die, it is only for a moment. It’s all overwritten before long. That’s how we’ve always done things.” A cynical grin twisted Valt’s lips as Tinasha sensed a quietly flickering flame deep within the man’s eyes and voice.

[Assistant] “Shall I let you in on a little something? Do you want to know why I picked Tuldarr for my target?”

[User] “Isn’t it because it’s my homeland?”

[Assistant] “Yes, that’s certainly part of it. I know the nation is your weak point. You’d never abandon Tuldarr. But there’s more to it than that. Ordinarily, that country shouldn’t exist.”

[User] “Excuse me?”

[Assistant] What was he on about? What did Valt mean by claiming it shouldn’t exist? How had things gotten overwritten to make that…?

[User] Gasping, Tinasha clapped a trembling hand over her mouth. “No…!”

[Assistant] “Tuldarr actually fell the night they ripped you open.” He stated, the words sounding heartless to Tinasha’s ears.

[User] She pressed an unconscious hand to her unmarred stomach. “But how? I controlled that magic…”

[Assistant] “Yes. You triumphed even on the brink of death. But the catalyst for the forbidden curse was not the same.


[User] Magic summoned using Lanak as the sacrifice would be quite different from that summoned by offering you. You were unable to take it all in, and the wild power destroyed Tuldarr and sent shock waves through the rest of the mainland. In the true course of events, almost all of what was once Tuldarr is now a barren wasteland razed by a forbidden curse.

[Assistant] "But… No…" Her vision was going dark. The energy was sapped from her body. Tinasha struggled to breathe. Without her will to guide it, her body broke into a shivering fit. Tuldarr had been her life. Spilling blood had never been something Tinasha had questioned. She’d killed her emotions, too. Even when she couldn’t live up to a single one of her ideals, she had made the best choice possible. That was how it had been since she was born. Growing up all alone in a huge, empty wing of the castle, the betrayal of the man she saw as her brother, and the sacrifice of the only person to love and rescue her—she had borne all of it to keep Tuldarr safe. It went beyond duty. Tinasha had endured out of love for Tuldarr, despite its taking everything she had to give. And now, she was being told that it was never meant to exist. In the true course of events, Tuldarr would have perished with her.

[User] "It can’t be…" Her throat was dry as a bone, and she could barely force the words out.

[Assistant] Valt eyed Tinasha with a modicum of sadness. "When Eleterria alters the world, it remakes itself by keeping a bare minimum of things the same. However, the survival of a nation that should have perished is too much. It doesn’t pain me at all to take Tuldarr as my hostage, because it should never have existed anyway. And what about you? Does it not pain you at all to look at Cezar, which lost so many of its people because Tuldarr survived? If Tuldarr had collapsed, as it should have, that would have never happened to Cezar.”

[User] Tinasha had nothing to say in the face of such a brutal provocation. Cezar’s downfall came after it murdered its own people to give rise to an army of the dead. Could that have been averted in a world without a prosperous Tuldarr? If all of this were true, that meant that Tinasha—and Oscar—were at fault for altering history.

[Assistant] "I…" Tinasha felt as though she’d plummeted after losing her footing. Alarm bells went off inside her head, pleading that she denounce her enemy’s claims as lies. However, Tinasha did not heed that warning. She closed her weary eyes. The discord felt like it lasted for an eternity. Yes, it might all be a lie to throw her off. Yet it could just as easily be true. There was no way she could know. What was she to do, then? She lifted her head.


[User] "Even if you’re right, I won’t allow you to claim your actions are guiltless. You are the one who summoned up an evil god in Cezar, and you are the one attempting to destroy Tuldarr." Her dark eyes blazed with the bitterness of her decision and with her sheer force of will.

[Assistant] "That’s true. We’re both at fault. We keep betraying the world." Valt couldn’t hide the bitterness in his smile.

[User] How could one choose what to keep and what to abandon? Humans had made their selections repeatedly, over and over. And this was the end result. "I will protect my country. Tuldarr is alive and well. That may be the result of altering the past, but I will never choose to abandon a country that is here now."

[Assistant] This was Tinasha’s conclusion. She would protect the people in front of her. Although she stood upon the back of an old crime, her only option was to move forward from where she stood.

[User] "I suspected that would be your answer. You’ve never turned your back on your people, even dead ones. You’ve chosen to live alone for four hundred years, all for them." Valt’s gaze turned distant once he heard that.

[Assistant] "I don’t like it when you talk about things I have no memory of."

[User] "It’s true. You were very fierce. Once, you even gave your life to save the people of Farsas." His voice choked up for only a moment before he regained composure. "You will accede to my demands to save your country. Is the remaining half of Eleterria in the Tuldarr treasure vault?"

[Assistant] Tinasha hesitated over how to answer. Could she hope to trick him? She wanted to discover what Valt was after. "What will you do with both of the orbs? You only need one to change the past."

[User] "I know. I’ve used one myself. But I want to change the future."

[Assistant] "You want to travel forward in time?" Whether going to the past or future, both were about knowing what would happen down the line and dealing with it before it happened. When traveling to the past, however, the user ceased to exist once events were sufficiently altered, and they were erased from the new future. Jumping to the future meant that the person who returned with knowledge of eventualities would not disappear. As long as the present was the true timeline, they could keep making moves forever. That was certainly an advantage. "What exactly do you intend to accomplish?"

[User] "I’ll tell you soon enough, once I have both. Now, let’s hear your answer."

[Assistant] "The other Eleterria…is in the Farsas treasure vault." Tinasha couldn’t delay things any longer. Her very country was on the line. With her voice dry and hoarse, She bit her lip. There was no knowing the right decision. It was all she could manage to follow the course that kept things from falling to pieces before her.


[User] When the attendees filtered into the great hall after Legis’s coronation concluded, Oscar—one of the guests of honor—noticed that his fiancée was not there. "What? Is she planning to lurk behind the scenes the entire time?"

[Assistant] And here he thought he’d get to see her in full regalia for the first time in a while. While it was Farsas custom for the bride and groom not to see each other before the ceremony, that didn’t mean he was a fan of it. Just thinking about how long it had been since he’d last glimpsed her adorable smile sent his mood plummeting. All that said, he hadn’t come for her. He was there to congratulate Legis, the new king. Farsas and Tuldarr would have a long and fruitful relationship going forward. With that on Oscar’s mind as he made his way over to his new fellow king, he was surprised to find Legis approaching him as well.

[User] After the briefest of greetings, he leaned in to Oscar and whispered, "Do you know where she is?"

[Assistant] "Tinasha? I haven’t seen her… Did she do something again?"

[User] "She’s gone. Evidently, she vanished toward the end of the coronation and hasn’t come back since.”

[Assistant] "Oh." The two kings exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of this inexplicable and unpredicted turn of events. In a tight voice.

[User] "I think Valt believes the other half of Eleterria is in Tuldarr."

[Assistant] “I’ll launch a search for him immediately, including around the treasure vault. He might have set a trap there.”

[User] “To be on the safe side, I’ll return to Farsas and notify you if I learn anything.”

[Assistant] “Please do,”

[User] Oscar stalked out of the great hall with a foreboding look on his face.


[User] He thought he’d died, but he discovered he was living his life over from an earlier point—back when his son was only an infant. Things continued, and he remained perplexed until he died when Valt was twenty-one. That repeated twenty-seven times. Valt had never spoken to his father about a Time-Reader heir’s duty, because Valt had no memory of the heirs while his father was alive. His father left no arrangements of any kind for after his death. There were heaps of their ancestors’ journals and records stacked in his room, though. Valt’s father had taken them after his own father’s passing. The number of times an heir experienced a rewinding of time varied. Valt’s own far eclipsed his father’s, but even his had been on the high side, owing to the many times the red orb of Eleterria changed hands during that period. But despite the alterations, history still progressed in fits and starts. Time regressed by decades, but not centuries. Those heirs unfortunate enough to be living through an era of repeated misuse of Eleterria had to bear it in silence and wait for their age to pass. That had been too much for Valt’s father. Valt remembered the one and only time his father had lectured him on the subject. “Once I’m dead, you’ll know for the first time what I was and what you are.”

[Assistant] "Once I’m dead, you’ll know for the first time what I was and what you are.” He was talking about the artifact. Perhaps those were his parting words to his son. “The world is waiting for one last straw. That which will undo all the interventions and restore it to its original shape.”

[User] "The world is waiting for one last straw. That which will undo all the interventions and restore it to its original shape.”

[Assistant] What he said was undoubtedly true. That was why the world kept chasing Miralys down.

[User] "Valt, are you okay?” the girl called to him telepathically, her voice anxious.

[Assistant] "Yeah,” he replied, still facing forward. He couldn’t tell her the truth. He had to keep it hidden until the end. If she knew, she would place him above her own future. That had happened on countless occasions, so he would prevent it this time. At last, she would know a happy existence.


[User] The hallways of Farsas Castle looked as peaceful as ever. A woman with long black hair walked a few paces ahead of Valt, her beauty catching the eyes of passing guards and mages who bowed to her. It was a sight he hadn’t seen in a very long time. There was a clear dollop of fear mixed into the gazes, however. The Witch of the Azure Moon was the strongest in all the land, possessed of the mightiest magic in history. The invisibility spell she had placed on Valt held fast; no one noticed his presence. Even the court mages were fooled. Such was her power. The two of them strode along quickly toward the Farsas treasure vault. Once they were out of view, Valt whispered to Tinasha.

[Assistant] “Is teleporting directly into the treasure vault beyond even your capabilities?”

[User] "Of course not, but we’d be detected immediately.


[User] “No. We’ll keep going like this,” he said. Valt knew this palace inside and out. He followed after Tinasha but was sure of his way, had he been alone. After a sigh, he remarked.

[Assistant] “I never expected you to acquire one of them only to transfer it to Farsas.”

[User] “I knew you wouldn’t expect it, which is exactly why I did so.”

[Assistant] “You certainly trust the Akashia swordsman a great deal.”

[User] “Of course I do,” Tinasha spat.

[Assistant] Valt focused on that reaction. When last had he seen her like this? He was now the only one to remember her as the queen consort of this nation. “Destiny…has always had some twists in store for you. I do truly wish for you to be happy, but you’re just too powerful for that. I’m sorry.” It was an honest apology. Valt really did wish that Tinasha could live out her days pleasantly. It wasn’t to be, though. The world was like that all too often.

[User] Tinasha glanced at Valt. He couldn’t decipher what emotion flickered across those dark eyes. Decisively and vehemently, she hissed. “My life is entirely what I have chosen.” She sounded exactly like the queen of Farsas she had been in another life.


[Assistant] Tinasha turned left down a different corridor and faced two treasure vault guards. While surprised to see Tinasha, they bowed to her. Sheepishly, she explained, “My apologies, but Oscar has asked me to retrieve something. Could you let me pass?”

[User] "Yes, my lady. Please be careful."

[Assistant] "Thank you," Tinasha replied as the guards willingly stepped aside to let her through.


[User] Once out of their sight, she breathed a little sigh. After turning two more corners, she saw the treasure vault come into view. She approached its heavy doors and pushed them open with magic. Within was a pedestal that had held one part of Eleterria until Valt stole it from this very spot. Now it held another box.

[Assistant] Recognizing it, Valt exhaled with relief.

[User] As she dismantled the barrier around the pedestal, Tinasha snapped, “There. Is that what you need? Will you undo the spell in Tuldarr?”

[Assistant] “Not just yet. We’re only getting started,” Valt said, drawing an identical box from his pocket and offering it to Tinasha.

[User] She frowned at him suspiciously.

[Assistant] In resounding tones, he said, “Now you will destroy Eleterria for me and fulfill my mission.”

[User] Tinasha stood aghast. “Excuse me?” The severity in Valt’s voice did not falter as he explained.

[Assistant] “Both must be destroyed at the same time."


[User] "Breaking one will trigger the other to overwrite its twin’s demise. This is why there are two.” Valt says, referring to the orbs.

[Assistant] “In the past, I’ve destroyed one of the orbs numerous times, only for time to rewind. Eventually, I learned that both had to be shattered simultaneously, and you are the only one powerful enough to accomplish the feat. You broke an outsiders’ artifact just the other day, did you not?” Valt refers to the Mirror of Oblivion.

[User] “Yes, you’re the strongest in all of history, but because you didn’t become a witch, you’re an inferior version of who you were meant to be. That’s why I tested your power. How fortunate for me that you absorbed Simila’s incarnation.” He continues shamelessly.

[Assistant] “You…”

[User] Valt had puppeteered events from the shadows to hone Tinasha's power.

[Assistant] Valt had prepared Tinasha for her role as the architect of the orbs’ destruction.

[User] But why did he want the artifact destroyed? Without making any effort to hide her confusion, Tinasha questioned. "Didn’t you want to change the future?”

[Assistant] “I do. I want to rip down this mess of a canvas that’s been painted over too many times and restore the true future.” Fury burned in Valt’s eyes for a moment, but he swiftly quashed it, replacing the fire with his usual placid smile. He placed the box holding the stolen Eleterria on the pedestal.

[User] “The records say it all began with the death of a child. The cause of death isn’t mentioned, and it’s irrelevant anyway. As the child’s mother sobbed over the corpse, she sensed someone nearby. A voice told her that it offered the salvation she desired. She then received the two Eleterria orbs, used them to go back in time, saved her child, and died.”

[Assistant] “And it was an…outsider who gave them to her?”

[User] “Yes. An interloper from beyond our world. You don’t seem to find that terribly difficult to believe.”

[Assistant] “Well, according to Travis, I should have no reason to doubt the existence of these outsiders, considering we know that their artifacts exist. Evidently…he once met someone who came from outside our world.”

[User] “Really? It’s the first I’ve heard of that. I thought the outsiders only sent in objects, never entering personally. There are a total of twelve such artifacts. You’ve destroyed the ruins and the mirror, leaving ten.”

[Assistant] “So outsiders really do exist, then.”

[User] “They do."


[User] I don’t know what they are, but they’re certainly not deities. Following the Age of Gods and prior to the start of the Dark Age, there is a blank period of time. That was when they zeroed in on our world, introduced these experimental items, and recorded what we do like we were toys in a miniature garden. Valt studied Tinasha’s reaction. Before, in many other lives, he had told her this truth.

[Assistant] "What exactly is this family of Time-Readers?" This time was no different, as Tinasha repeated the inquiry verbatim. She never changed.

[User] Valt chuckled before giving the same answer. "We are the descendants of that first child saved by time travel. Ever since Eleterria was first given to humans, one member of my lineage per generation has been trapped as part of the artifact’s power. Our souls are used as record sheets."

[Assistant] "What…? Your souls?"

[User] "Outsiders’ artifacts defy the laws of magic because the artifacts are each powered by fundamentals from beyond this world. Didn’t it strike you as odd that a tiny little orb could be so powerful as to overwrite the world by turning back time?"

[Assistant] "Well…yes. It didn’t map to the scale of it at all."

[User] "Exactly. That’s because Eleterria incorporates the soul of the current Time-Reader heir when it activates. Once it’s triggered, it calls up a specified point in time from the pool of memories the world has stored and reproduces it. The soul of the heir serves as the anchor that stabilizes that specified point and then acts as the record board where a log of usage is inscribed. The names of all the heirs, past and future, are also written upon that board. Our ability to retain memories of the lifetimes we’ve repeated is only a by-product of all of that." Whoever the outsider that came up with such a mechanism was, they must have been ignorant of the acute suffering of the humans whose souls would be used for this. Because Valt’s family was only alive thanks to Eleterria, the system would abuse them for centuries to come.

[Assistant] Valt tapped his forehead, his smile not reaching his eyes. "I have a complete log of everyone who’s ever used Eleterria and why stored in here. At present, the last time it was used was sixteen years ago so that the late Queen Rosalia of Farsas could save her son’s life. And Eleterria’s most massive overwrite happened four hundred years ago, when the twenty-first king of Farsas, Oscar Lyeth Increatos Loz Farsas, changed the past for his wife, a witch. It all adds up, doesn’t it?"

[User] Tinasha’s jaw had dropped, which Valt observed with a tight grin. Lives, rewound abruptly because someone else wished it so. Memories, accruing and overlapping. That would be enough torture to crush the average person. The worst part of it all was that it was only a side effect. Irritation welling up within him, Valt let his gaze wander.


[User] Slowly, his head turned as his gaze went beyond the castle walls and onto the wider world. Finally, he fixed his eyes on Tinasha again. "You probably don’t understand, being the current version of yourself. But as a witch, you comprehended me a little, as you were also someone who had lived for a long time under the crushing weight of your memory." An image of that all-powerful witch superimposed itself over the present Tinasha’s face. They were the same and yet very different. The Tinasha who was familiar with the eons of time always had a vaguely sad, self-deprecating aura. "I’m not talking about four centuries here. I’ve endured through millennia. There is only ever one heir who is unable to share the experience of repeating lifetimes with anyone else. Go on, visualize the horror of it. No matter what, my father always committed suicide. When I was seventeen, when I was thirteen, when I was ten… Everything you thought you’d already lived through comes back, and you must experience it again. It becomes unbearable."

[Assistant] "Sometimes, I’ve gone back only a day in time. Sometimes I’ve returned many years. I’ve seen things rewound to before my birth and relived that time. We don’t know when or where time will repeat, but it will, mercilessly. Only at the very beginning was I happy to learn what the future held. I grew sick of it fast. It needled at me, made me feel like I would burst. I’ve died more times than I can count, but then I’m back again. How many more times must I repeat this?" A tragedy taken too far became a comedy. On this stage, all the players of the world were dancing against their will. It was time to bring the curtain down. "I’ve attempted to destroy Eleterria, but ordinary power levels cannot break an outsiders’ artifact, let alone two of them. Along the way, I realized you were the only person capable of doing it, but either I wasn’t able to get in touch with you, or I died before I could. Everything that could go wrong did, and I had my share of frustrating experiences. But then something happened that wasn’t supposed to. Someone went back four hundred years in time and changed history. You were no longer a witch."

[User] "Me not becoming a witch is something that wasn’t supposed to happen?" Tinasha muttered.

[Assistant] Valt gave her a pained smile. "Do you know what must transpire in order for Eleterria to activate? Have you wondered how it gets the coordinates for the targeted point in time? The soul of the current heir acts as the anchor, but that’s not what makes things rewind to the desired time in specific." It was a crafty artifact.


[User] "Those orbs react to human attachment—love, hate, whatever. Any strong emotion will set one off. That means that a jump of hundreds of years shouldn’t be possible, ordinarily speaking. No one could feel such a powerful attachment to someone that far in the past, right? But there was a lone exception—a man who loved a witch and made her his wife. Your husband." Valt knew because he’d used it himself.

[Assistant] Tinasha’s eyes widened.

[User] "The artifact was designed so anyone sufficiently determined could change the past. But that was only half of it. Resolve alone with no feeling behind it wouldn’t trigger the artifact. Only the desire to use Eleterria, even at the cost of one’s own life, would remake the world anew. The heir four hundred years ago must have been pretty surprised. Just when he thought the cycle was over and he could enjoy his final rest, his own era started up again."

[Assistant] It was all too easy for Valt to imagine his ancestor’s shock. He must have felt astonishment that bordered on despair—enough to make him scrawl a curse upon future generations in the records. "But on the contrary, it gave me hope. I dared to think…if you weren’t a witch, and if you came to this time period in search of him, then this may be the timeline where everything goes as planned.”

[User] And now, that hope was paying off. All of Valt’s meticulous preparations had successfully tripped Tinasha up. Tinasha, with all of her fantastic power, had rarely showed herself in previous timelines. Even once she met and married Oscar, she would refuse to listen to any request that sounded remotely fishy. But she was different now. While she could be cruel, she was also lost. The fact that Tuldarr had not fallen to ruin also worked to Valt’s benefit. He knew that when she’d been a witch, she chose to continue living for the Tuldarr citizens who perished and turned to souls without any sense of who they were. He was well aware that Tinasha would never, under any circumstances, abandon her country. This chance would never come again. If Valt let it slip by, salvation would elude him and his beloved for all time. He had to detach them from the world before it caught up.

[Assistant] “There is no such thing as a world where everyone is happy. Saving one person means that someone else will be sacrificed. And Eleterria will always get used as long as there is misery in the world. But I’m done with all of that. Our worldviews are all so limited. The exact same sand dune collapses only to be rebuilt, over and over. How much longer must I go along with it? It’s foolish and selfish to believe that saving those important to you means nothing else matters. It’s infuriating.” It really was foolish. And Valt was one of those fools. He eyed the woman who would become the world’s trump card.


[User] "That’s why I want us to end this. You’re going to destroy it. You’re the only one who can."

[Assistant] At last, this farce would draw to a close. Tinasha stared back at Valt. Then she glanced over at the two orbs on the pedestal—the artifact given to a mother who lost her child a long, long time ago. That was how everything started. And ever since, Eleterria had inflicted pain on human souls and caused indissoluble anguish, even as it reflected people’s strongest emotions and desires. It had altered reality, something that should have been unimaginable. All because of one simple wish to save someone else. That was certainly absurd and self-centered. And yet…

[User] "I once tried to use it myself to save a child who was killed." Tinasha admitted softly, her eyes on the Eleterria orb. "But it didn’t activate. Probably because, as you said, I had no true attachment to that boy."

[Assistant] If she were the mother of that fallen child, she would have been able to use it to rewind time, without question. But it wasn’t to be. That bereaved mother did not have an otherworldly artifact—only the cold, dead body of her son. Tinasha could still vividly remember the sight of her sobbing, hunched over his corpse.

[User] "Yes, it may be true that not being able to go back in time to save another is natural and right. All of you have suffered so much from Eleterria’s use. I can’t ignore that." Tinasha said, tipping her head up to gaze at Valt. Her face was puckered, as if she were on the verge of tears. "But I can’t deny the wishes of those who use it. That’s the human…heart we’re talking about."

[Assistant] She couldn’t refute Valt’s despair and suffering, yet she also acknowledged the desires of those who sought to alter history. Tinasha’s eyes grew hot with tears, and she looked away. Her heart ached because that little girl who’d been rescued once still lived within her. She understood the mentality of those who used the orbs. Changing the past and history would revise people’s relationships, too. While it was foolish to desire that someone else live, even at the cost of another’s existence, she also found it to be a very sacred thing.

[User] Valt’s voice cracked as he replied, "You only feel that way because you were rescued by someone who used Eleterria…"

[Assistant] "No. I’m positive it was only a coincidence that allowed him to save me. When we first met, he said that he didn’t know why he’d traveled back in time, and he wanted to return."

[User] Oscar had unwittingly activated Eleterria. That proved how great his love for his wife was. Thus, Tinasha’s own experiences weren’t informing her opinion.

[Assistant] "A desire to save the people we love, even if it goes against all logic, is an extremely common, extremely human emotion.


[User] “Even if…the end result is the reshaping of your fate and that of all those around you? You never know if someone’s tampering with history would render you unhappy.”

[Assistant] “Even so, a person’s strength of emotion is what activates Eleterria. That means it is a tool for human salvation.”

[User] Tinasha touched a corner of the pedestal, finding the stone to be colder than her tears. “The true object of your resentment is not the people who used the orbs. There’s a real reason why you feel you must destroy Eleterria rather than simply seal them from use. What is it?”

[Assistant] Tinasha tore her gaze away from the red and blue orbs and stared at Valt.

[User] As he looked back, his eyes blazed with a soul ground down by many, many long years—a flame that would never be extinguished. “The world is waiting for a revolution.”

[Assistant] “What?”

[User] “That’s what my father said. He used to say that each time our world is altered, another pin gets stuck into it. So it’s waiting for one last straw that will uproot the changes and restore things to their original form.”

[Assistant] “‘The world is waiting for a revolution’…”

[User] In a bland, emotionless tone, Valt said, “Sooner or later, it will reach its limit. Someone has to do this. Our world has already reached a standstill. The furthest date in history is only another thirty-one years from now. No matter how often time is rewound, things never progress beyond that point. One Eleterria or the other will be used. Don’t you think that’s abnormal, even considering that this era has seen record levels of time travel? Eleterria’s survival means everything will stagnate.”

[Assistant] Tinasha’s eyes grew wide again. “Then what will happen to the world when the orbs are destroyed?” Tinasha pressed.

[User] Tinasha stared at Valt. His eyes were filled with both all-knowing insight and silent resolve.


[User] Tinasha gazed evenly at the man before her.

[Assistant] His eyes shone with the bright light of one who no longer had a choice. Valt watched her with bated breath. He didn’t think Tinasha should know this. But he did want to tell her. Perhaps she would understand him then. If this version of Tinasha were the queen he had served, he might have revealed everything. But if he did, Miralys would learn the truth, too, as their senses were linked at the moment. And she could never know. It would shake her terribly. She would tear down the spell, which would mean defeat.


[User] He realized that the reason the line had gone on unbroken nonetheless had to be because of some fearsome compelling force that would not allow for such things. And his hopelessness did not end there. Miralys had become the one last straw the world was waiting for. “There are no heirs after me.”

[Assistant] Tinasha arched an eyebrow. "How can that be? According to you, there are still thirty-one more years until the world comes to a standstill. Won’t the next heir just inherit this fate after you die?"

[User] “There isn’t one. I know the names of all heirs, past and future. My soul will be dismantled before it picks out the next one.” Unbearable pain lanced through Valt as he made that statement. He thought of all the losses he’d endured repeatedly.

[Assistant] Tinasha’s eyes narrowed like she was analyzing magic. “Your soul will be dismantled? Does Eleterria do that, too?”

[User] “No. In my first life, I didn’t have enough magic, and I resorted to a forbidden curse. I traded my soul for power.” That was just a hypothesis. Valt could only guess what would befall Miralys when she inherited the Time-Reader position and its magic. However, her soul had indeed been splintered for some mysterious reason. And that had drawn the world’s attention.

[Assistant] “The heir’s soul is treated as a part of Eleterria. When my soul was dismantled, it created a gap in the succession line. Then someone used Eleterria to go back in time, and the world decided that this gap could be used to get rid of the troublesome artifact. No matter how drastic the changes to history, it would all get added to that one fixed point of repair. With every rewinding of time, my soul fractured and was dismantled again.”

[User] “What…? You mean you used more forbidden curses?”

[Assistant] “No, it happened for a different reason with every instance. Once I was attacked by a demonic spirit; once I got dragged into someone else’s spell. The worst time was when a force of nature that sucks up mages’ souls came to the city where I was living and killed hundreds.”

[User] Irityrdia’s attack left the most devastation in its wake. Valt covered one hand with another to stop them both from trembling. “Initially, it only occurred every five lifetimes. But each rewinding of time increased the frequency. No matter how I tried to avoid it, something would inevitably happen to dismantle my soul, because that would create a gap in the succession line. That may be related to how the timeline can’t continue forward past a certain point.” It sounded like Eleterria and the world were engaged in a tug-of-war. One was rewriting the world over and over, while the other was attempting a revolution.

[Assistant] “I have nowhere to go from here. My soul won’t blend back into the world, either.


[User] “Sealing Eleterria won’t save my soul. And eventually, it will select some nonhereditary new heir instead. That’s why it’s much better if this ends here, with me.”

[Assistant] Miralys stood at the edge of waters teeming with the fusion of rewriting and repairs.

[User] Valt had to get her out of there. He didn’t care what it would cost. If not even going back in time would change it, then his only option was to destroy the orbs.


[Assistant] “There was a girl living in that house with you, wasn’t there?” Tinasha says, her voice clear and ringing. Her dark gaze appeared to see right through him.

[User] “Is she the one you truly wish to save?” Tinasha studied Valt’s reaction carefully.

[Assistant] He looked more shocked than she had ever seen him. Never had the man’s desires been laid so bare. All the blood drained from his face, but he remained silent. Evidently, he didn’t want to answer.

[User] Tinasha took some deep breaths. She kept her voice calm and steady. "I understand what it is you wish for, as well as the state of our world and what Eleterria has done to it.”

[Assistant] “Well…good. Then you’ll break it for me. You know I’m not going to back down. You’re the only one who can save Tuldarr,” Valt said, eyes shining as coldly and emotionlessly as they had before.

[User] “And that would mean…?”


[User] Tinasha stood frozen.

[Assistant] “Take a chance on it. Maybe your country and your husband will remain, and history will go on as it has, even after Eleterria is no more. But if you fail to make a choice here, Tuldarr will fall.”

[User] “I know…that.”

[Assistant] She couldn’t abandon her citizens, the ones alive right now, to die. Not without putting up a fight. Tuldarr was her beloved motherland. That was as true four centuries ago as it was today. It was a country like any other, where people worked from dawn to dusk, laughed with their families, made merry at the occasional festival, and grew old in peace. Gazing out at the city’s lights from the castle was lovely. She saw human life as a beautiful thing. Tinasha had believed she would happily spend her whole life protecting theirs. And yet every choice facing her seemed to lead to a dead end. They were all so heavy. If the weight of them meant allowing others to live, she would bear that burden without question. However, that wasn’t what was at stake now. Tinasha was so beset with doubts that she wanted to take a knee from the weight of them. Two little boxes lay open on the pedestal, one containing a red orb, and the other, a blue one. Eleterria, an instrument of hope and despair, absorbed human emotions. How much would people’s fates change if she destroyed it? With trembling fingers, Tinasha reached out.

[User] "TINASHA!" A man roared from outside

[Assistant] Relief and remorse swept over her. That voice belonged to her one and only beloved. With Tinasha about to crumple

[User] Valt tutted in irritation and acted swiftly. He shoved one Eleterria orb into his pocket and seized the remaining one. With his free hand, he grabbed Tinasha and cried, “Let’s go!”

[Assistant] They couldn’t exit the treasure vault. Even Tinasha would need an incantation to teleport out of it, allowing Oscar enough time to capture Valt. Valt set off at a run, dragging Tinasha deeper into the vault and kicking open a door. He burst into a dark stone passageway. A moment later, candelabra on the walls lit up.

[User] “Run. Do as I say.”

[Assistant] Tinasha nodded. They hurried down the dimly lit passage, casting defensive barriers to guard against traps. Tinasha bit her lip as she heard the sound of footsteps pounding after them. She’d wanted him to come but also wished he hadn’t. Her country had been taken hostage, and she was in the midst of making an impossible decision, and now he’d gotten involved. Her delaying had dragged him into this mess.


[Assistant] After tumbling down the passageway, Valt was struck dumb upon arriving at a large body of water. Discovering an underground lake beneath the castle was quite unexpected. He hadn’t thought their escape would be easy, but he’d counted on the flight buying some time. A short distance away, there was a path that crossed the water, but Valt hesitated to take it. It would leave them extremely visible. Instead, he threw a glance at his prisoner. "Cast a teleportation spell. Now!"

[User] "That’s enough." Oscar said in a commanding voice before Tinasha could answer, stepping out of the passageway, Akashia in hand. The king smiled as he looked at his fiancée and the intruder clutching her wrist. He had all the majesty of a monarch who could bring all who beheld him under his sway. "You’re going to pay for dragging her around. Come here, Tinasha."

[Assistant] "She won’t. She can’t disobey me.” Valt responded, forcing a smile onto his face despite the cold sweat pouring down his back. Valt had served Oscar once, but only for three years. Yet in that short time, Oscar had imprinted himself as king into the man’s subconscious. This made it difficult for Valt to manipulate Oscar as he did other people. Instinctively, he shrank back. He wasn’t very good at dealing with Oscar and never wanted to face him. There could be no admitting as much, however. Wrapping an arm around Tinasha, he dragged her a step back with him. One more step, and they’d land in the lake.

[User] The smile dropped off Oscar’s face, and he took a step forward. A royal sense of pressure, enough to change the atmosphere around them, rolled off Oscar in waves and crashed into Valt. "Hand her over. Eleterria, too. I won’t let you change things."

[Assistant] "You’re the one who overwrote the past! It’s your fault that we’ve had to suffer all over again!"

[User] "Well, I’m sorry about that. But it’s all over now. We’re going to seal away those orbs and not let anyone touch them again."

[Assistant] "No. You don’t know anything."

[User] "You haven’t explained anything. Of course I don’t."

[Assistant] "You are capable of putting your country ahead of the people you hold dear! That’s why I have no choice but to keep betraying you!" Valt shouted.


[User] The king requested that Valt talk with him before indulging in treachery, but there was no way he could.

[Assistant] Valt knew what the answer would be. Even Oscar, who prized his wife above himself, would still choose his citizens. Oscar might understand Valt’s feelings, but he would never endorse them. Valt couldn’t ask a man like that to cooperate.


[User] "Valt," Called an anxious voice in his head. It was the girl he wanted to shelter from everything. His one and only. If he could free her, it didn’t matter if he ceased to exist and she forgot all about his love as if it never was.

[Assistant] "Valt...! Run...!"

[User] "It’s all right. I can still do it." He couldn’t back down. Dying with his mission incomplete was unacceptable. Fighting was the only recourse. He could rise above despair.

[Assistant] "Please, come back." She was seeking confirmation. Pleading. Never had Valt doubted her love for him. Still, he trusted she could love another if he didn’t exist, if they had never met. And that would be fine. It was better that way. Valt tightened his grip on Eleterria as he stared Oscar down. He would handle this battle alone, atop a sense of disquiet no one else would comprehend. The girl continued to call to him.

[User] "Are you listening to me? It’s pointless saving me if you just end up disappearing. I would choose unhappiness and knowing you over happiness and never knowing you. Even if our time together is limited. That’s what it is to be human. So please, come back to me."

[Assistant] "Miralys…" Valt was breathless. She must have caught on during his conversation with Tinasha. Miralys knew that she was the last heir…and that Valt would disappear along with Eleterria if it were destroyed. Knowing everything, aware of what she would suffer, she still chose him. That was the type of person Miralys was. Her strength was so familiar to him. Valt wanted to cry, to seek refuge in that power of hers. A desire to let her tranquil love compensate for all his repeated lifetimes rose within him. Yet Valt held his ground. He couldn’t see the future, which meant he couldn’t give up. He listened with growing frustration as Oscar and Tinasha spoke to each other. Just as he was about to urge his captive to teleport them away, something knocked into him and sent him reeling.

[User] "Don’t kill him!"


[User] “Why does something like this happen the second I take my eyes off you?” Oscar sighed.

[Assistant] “I’m sorry.”

[User] “It’s fine. We’ll figure this out.”

[Assistant] Oscar adjusted his grip on Akashia. “I know you’re in the midst of a situation, but don’t get reckless. Or do anything you don’t have to.”

[User] “Despite how things look, I’m always considering what would be the quickest way out.”

[Assistant] “Yeah, and I’m telling you that’s unnecessary.”

[User] “I can do it because I have you.”

[Assistant] Tinasha gave Oscar a smile like moonlight. “So Oscar, come and save me.” A hand shot forward and plucked the Eleterria orb from Valt’s pocket, quick as can be. Then Tinasha rammed herself into her captor and used the recoil to leap backward. From the corner of her eye, she could make out a look of astonishment on Oscar’s face. “Don’t kill him!” she shouted to Oscar before diving into the lake, the blue orb still in her hand. A loud splash rose with white foam. The cold of the water hit her like a shock.


[User] If Valt and Miralys were trapped, wedged in the middle of the war between the world and the alterations, Tinasha would see to their safety first. Then she would talk to him again and consider what to do about Eleterria and the world. For now, she need only survive to reach that point. Tinasha focused her mind. The lake water dispersed her magic. However, its ability to do so was weaker than Akashia’s. She hadn’t imbibed any of the water, enabling her to push past its effects by enhancing the pressure of her power. That was how she averted danger the last time. As quickly as able, Tinasha cast an incredibly dense spell. Once the teleportation spell was complete…she suddenly realized that the blue orb felt warm. Despite the chill of the cold water, the half of Eleterria in her grip was giving off heat. And it felt like all the water in the lake was quietly urging her to clench it tighter.

[Assistant] Something’s wrong. Her movements slowed. Her spell dissipated. Tinasha was sinking, caught in a trap and dissolving as she held this little burning sphere. Losing track of her very place in the world, she no longer knew what was happening. A crack appeared on the orb’s surface. Tinasha stared at it numbly. Before her eyes, it widened, and lake water flowed into the fissure. The sigils carved onto it glowed white, almost defiantly. It began to activate. Frantically, Tinasha poured magic into her hands to stop the orb from triggering, but the light intensified.

[User] I want to go back to him. That wish flashed through her mind. She could tell she was about to lose everything. She was so close. She was about to be his bride. The promise he made her when she was a girl would come true. With each new component of her wedding ensemble, Tinasha had savored the pure excitement. It didn’t seem real that the time had really come for her to wear the veil her parents gave her; she’d thought it something that had long passed her by. Even the wait for her days with him to start was joyful. Oscar had given her something that transcended four hundred years. Once she wed him, she could die happy that very night. And yet now… A blinding light engulfed Tinasha, blotting out her vision. The hand holding the orb disappeared. Her body, mind, and magic were all dismantled. As was her heart.

[Assistant] I want to…go back— With that final thought, her memory cut off and vanished.


[User] "Awaken." That whisper made the girl look up. She couldn’t see a thing around her. There was only cold, watery darkness, and she was crouched in the middle of it. Her dark eyes scanned the surroundings. There was no indication of what she’d been doing. She didn’t know who she was. She was all alone.

[Assistant] "Where is it you want to go back to?"

[User] She wanted to return to a distant place. But where?

[Assistant] “The moment you choose, the world will form anew.”

[User] The voice’s words were lost on her, for she was only a thirteen-year-old lost in the dark. She’d been detained here to choose another path.

[Assistant] "Out of all your infinite memories of your lives, choose the safest time for you.”

[User] The safest?

[Assistant] “Or the happiest.”

[User] The happiest?

[Assistant] “Go on, choose.”

[User] Choose. She only had one option. To go to him, to where he was. To whatever the closest place to him was, to a time when she had fallen asleep at ease. There was no cause for wavering or hesitation. Standing up straight, she picked up the orbs at her feet.

[Assistant] “Run. Go.”

[User] She sprinted away. A light glowed where she had chosen. There, the world was being formed. She didn’t look back at the darkness. Her young body became an adult’s. For the world that was taking shape, she ran.

[Assistant] “This time, it is your soul that will have new records etched onto it.”

[User] She was no longer listening to the voice. Entranced, she dashed for the place and time where she wished to be.

[Assistant] “Give it as many tries as you like. You humans will keep trying, over and over.”

[User] She ran. The darkness of the lake water faded. With every bound, the world reformed and recreated itself.

[Assistant] “Try. Keep trying until you get to the ending you want.”

[User] Then she leaped into the blinding white radiance.


[User] Clasping the young child’s body to her, the woman wept. The child was cold and lifeless. Dead. Lost, irrevocably. She sobbed for this life that could never be recovered. No price seemed too steep if it could mean the little one’s return. Her baby was irreplaceable to her. But it wouldn’t work. She knew that. Time couldn’t rewind. That knowledge was of little comfort and did not give her reason to wish otherwise.

[Assistant] "Someone, please… Save my baby…" Her wails echoed through the world. No one answered her plea. No one was there. Her quavering, interminable sobs only filled up her little corner of the world.