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Emilia:  “And yet, this isn’t Echidna…but she does resemble her. An older sister, maybe?” Her memories of the Witch’s appearance were still fresh; there were many commonalities between her and this woman. With her eyelids closed, her face, from her eyes to the bridge of her nose down to her lips, seemed constructed in a similar fashion. But in contrast to Echidna, who looked to be in the latter half of her teens, this woman was old enough to be in her midtwenties—though there seemed no doubt they were connected by blood.
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Emilia:  “It’s really weird for an older sister to be resting here even though it’s Echidna’s tomb, but…” With no other conclusions coming to mind, Emilia tilted her head at the mysteriousness of it. Then she tilted her head further as she noticed the ritual that spread throughout the entirety of the tomb, with this coffin as its center.
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Emilia:  “Ah…” she went, her voice slipping out unconsciously. Both the scale of the ritual and the level of its complexity were impressive. Accordingly, Emilia was certain this was the key to the barrier constructed in the Sanctuary.
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Emilia:  “Incredible… It’s amazing; I don’t have any idea what to do…” Though she was a spirit mage, Emilia strove to have a decent understanding of magic beyond her specialty. However, the complexity of the ritual before her eyes was far beyond anything like the fundamentals that Emilia was familiar with. If it was stopped once, it would never activate again—of course, there was no need to do so regardless…
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Emilia:  “This. If I stop the flow here, that should break it…” Touching a hand against the coffin, Emilia found the core of the precisely crafted ritual. It matched up with where the woman sleeping in the coffin folded her hands over her chest—that was the nucleus. For one brief moment, she hesitated. If she broke the ritual, the barrier would be lifted, and the tomb, bereft of its duty, would become dormant. If that happened, she would lose her only means of going to the tea party as well as all leads about the Witch who knew her mother—
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Emilia:  “…That has nothing to do with any of this!” Emilia slammed a fist against the coffin, seemingly to drive her hesitance away. That instant, the core of the ritual shattered, and cracks spread across the crystalline lid of the coffin like a spider’s web. The shattering of the core made the flow of mana go completely out of control, sending a torrent of dazzling light surging within the room. This light disturbed the serene atmosphere, making Emilia’s silver hair glimmer, before finally, it suddenly vanished. The tomb’s functions had come to a halt—that was what Emilia read from the shift in the air.
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Emilia:  “This time, it’s over… Mm, it has to be.” There was no change visible to the eye. Yet, something was unmistakably different.