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Across the cut-off sky, purple auras began to burst out like ink being scattered.

The sky splits and begins to tremble without rest.

‘Ah-aagh!’

It was the same situation as when an ant that was tickling the tip of a finger suddenly ran amok and cut off the finger.

I certainly did my best to cut it down with all my will, but killing it was absurd.

The only thing I could do was to cut the connection and drive it out so that it could no longer interfere with this world.

That alone is impossible for an ordinary person.

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“I will kill… O… Te da… I will… Kill…”

Isabel stretched out her hand with her collapsing body and tried to grab me somehow, but she swung her holy sword and cut off his wrist at once.

“Don’t say sh*t and get out of here. Because I’m fed up with it now.”

Isabel disappears in an instant like a sandcastle collapsing, leaving only ashes behind.

From her head to her toes, the fact that she existed, as if she never existed, her black powder fluttered like spring petals.

After that, a colorful alarm window that hadn’t been seen before came to mind.

[Impossible Achievement – Subjugating the Incarnation of a Foreign God]

In the midst of the myriad shapes that cover the universe, it is perhaps a miraculous thing to be able to accurately cut through the mind melting scene.

[Achievement reward will be given.]

However, in the end, it was achieved, and the reward was by no means light.

A brilliant silver feather fell down onto her left hand.

“This is…”

[Whisper of the goddess.]

– A gift given to those who have overcome any difficulties and have innocence and nobility, and wishes come true only once.

The Saiyan, staring blankly at her feathers, rushed over and grabbed my hand.

“Hero! Are you okay? Aww!”

Then, immediately startled, he let go of her hand and stepped back from her.

“You, what kind of body is a ball of fire!”

“If you just rest for a while… You’ll be fine.”

Her head felt dizzy, but it must have been the heat.

It is also an irrational number for the body of the warrior who came back with Iren’s miracle.

“Yan, can you see this?”

He lifted the feather from his hand and put it in front of Yan, but he only tilted his head with his eyes wide open.

“Is your hand injured?”

I wanted it to be visible only to me, like the alarm window.

A feather that makes wishes come true.

Countless thoughts ran through my head, but I didn’t have the qualifications to use them.

A thing for Irren, she throws herself into it and uses it for Iren who saved me.

“I can bring Irene… Back to life.”

Bringing a person back from the dead.

Resurrection was not impossible.

I was able to resurrect it even in the Labyrinth City by spending a lot of money.

However, the premise was that the corpse of a comrade could be preserved intact.

That’s why the Elixir of Immortality, which preserves the corpse intact, doesn’t exist for nothing.

But now, with self-sacrifice, trying to revive Iren, who had lost everything, was something that could not be achieved with ordinary resurrection.

He gripped the feather tightly.

If this is it again…

“By the way, who is Irene?”

“…Yes?”

What woke me up in my thoughts was none other than Yan’s face, full of questions, tilting her head.

“No, who is Irene?”

A face that didn’t know the reason at all, I thought it was a joke for a moment, but Yan’s expression didn’t tell a lie.

I turned my head to look at Floren and the Heretic Questioners, but as expected, everyone shook their heads as if they didn’t know.

There was silence, it felt like I was the only fool.

“This is Irene, Irene. That little dragon kid. I mean the saintess.”

“A saint, what do you mean by that? There is no one here but us.”

Irene’s name disappeared as if it never existed, as if it had been forcibly erased from everyone’s memories.

A shout from a foreign press passed through my mind.

-Self-sacrifice? It can’t be!

-It is a violation of the law of cause and effect! Bring death back

Violation of the law of causality.

Self-sacrifice is not simply dying, but being completely erased?

It can’t be.

“Irene, bring back Irene!”

I made a wish against the feather.

No, it can’t be.

But…

[The target does not exist.]

“Ah.”

Only the cruel alarm window greeted me.

Why?

If Iren can’t be revived, what will she wish for?

No, why does this wish realm exist?

[Fate cannot be defied.]

With a trudging, the holy sword fell to the floor from a relaxed grip and tumbled to the floor.

“Hero! You’re weird right now!”

The heat rose to the point where my head was ripening, and my vision shook.

I fell to my knees.

You can never come back again.

And then, in front of me, someone’s footsteps stopped.

Bare feet, a long torn skirt full of soil.

When I looked up, there was Maria who was shedding endless tears.

When she saw her, she was overcome with guilt.

I had a duty.

“…I can’t bring Irene back to life. I’m sure you can make all your wishes come true.”

I didn’t do my duty to Irene, who saved my life, and Maria had a right to blame me.

However, the name Irene must have disappeared even in Maria’s memory, a being that has already been forgotten in everyone’s memory.

I laughed self-deprecatingly at this irony.

“Irene…”

“Thank you.”

But what was handed to me was a thank you.

The eyes reflected through the hair flowing down the horns were filled with feelings of longing and gratitude, not resentment and grudge enough to ripen.

“Thank you for standing up for and fighting for Irene… And for remembering me.”

“…..Do you remember?”

How? When in doubt, she held out her hand.

In her hand was none other than a bouquet of flowers that Irene had left while praying for the last time.

“The bouquet left by Irene…”

As the bouquet of forget-me-nots filled with divine power scattered light around, exclamations flowed from everyone watching.

Perhaps it was because of the bouquet Irene left behind, Maria didn’t seem to have forgotten.

Besides, that wasn’t the only thing her bouquet brought. I caressed the feathers in her hand that even Yan couldn’t see, and held them tightly to my chest.

“This is not for Irene.”

“I…Use this for Irene…”

But at that, Maria shook her head.

“Recall the last words the child said to her.”

[Dream your dreams. A dream that goes back to everyone.]

[And please make it happen. As if you have led the future to a better path many times so far]

[For everyone.]

“Go back. Isn’t the place where the hero was now?”

Maria squeezed her bouquet into my hand with a knowing smile.

“Go, into the future for everyone. Because that’s what Irene wants.”

I couldn’t say anything about that action.

But… I couldn’t go back.

It wasn’t a matter of making a wish come true.

When I turned my head, there was Yan.

If I go back now, Yan will be left behind.

The difference of 150 years from the time I was there, and the gap it creates is not a simple figure.

No matter how many times your life changes and how many times you laugh and cry, you still have time.

Separation from Yan for 150 years.

When I hesitated, Jan’s hand hit my cheek.

Slap-!

“Ah! Why are you hitting me!”

“Heo, I’m having a strange problem again. Do you think I don’t notice that much?”

Then he muttered, covering the cheek that had been slapped.

“I told you, the more you worry about it, the more it builds up, so just blow it away.”

“But if I go back, the current Yan…”

“What am I? Do you know what would happen to me without you?”

Heh, shouted Yan with his arms crossed while snoring.

“I am the body that will become a witch. Unlike some crappy people who just barely sit down and don’t do it, I don’t even worry about it. So please go away soon. To the future you came from.”

Turning his head and pointing at the sky, Yan hesitated and crossed his hands.

“Instead… tell me before you go. Haven’t I heard your name yet?”

“Uh…Huh? Really?”

No, was it? You really never said your name once?

My memory was fuzzy.

“I kept calling you a warrior, a warrior, but it can’t be like that until the end, right?”

Let’s stare blankly at Yan, who smiles slightly, and introduces himself first.

“I am Jan Estoria! The body that will become the most outstanding wizard and witch!”

“I am Einheri, I am Einheri. You will become a pawnshop employee later.”

“Isn’t Einheri…A name usually used in the North? Besides, it’s blue hair. There must have been a tribe in the Norse that was famous for blue hair, but where was it… I can’t remember.”

Somewhere familiar words.

“Einheri, Einheri, Einheri, what a pretty name…”

Yan, repeating as if he would not forget, held out his hand and held out his little finger.

“Make one promise.”

“A promise…?”

“Yes, definitely. A promise to be heard.”

I was ready to listen to anything.

“If we meet again in the future, let’s go together to the most delicious dessert shop.”

“…What is that?”

“Be sure to listen.”

“I will buy all the dessert shops until they go bankrupt.”

The tight little finger slowly dropped and lifted her feathers.

What Irene wished for.

Irenne, it’s not about changing her own future, it’s about changing mine.

And going back.

I got up and fell slightly.

Everyone was looking at me.

Although they were at odds, they were all here and watching, protecting each other and advancing for the same goal.

Whispers towards the feathers.

“…..Send me back to the future, to the place I came from, 150 years later.”

The feathers trembled slightly and soon began to emit a light they had never seen before.

The eyes of Yando, Florendo, and everyone in the church who had never seen a feather so far opened wide.

I felt my body slowly float up and I looked at Yan for the last time.

Yann, still smiling, stretched out his hand towards me.

And- the whole world was dyed white.

That was the last memory.

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Standing in place and looking at Ein Heri with her eyes closed, an unknown emotion surged up.

“Einheri, Einheri, Einheri, I will never forget you.”

I want you to stay.

Actually, I wanted to shout, “Don’t go.”

I wanted to hold hands, walk, talk and laugh like him.

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I wanted to be greedy.

But that didn’t work.

Just as he tried to catch Einheri and tell him not to go… Because his future self will also be waiting for Einheri.

So I endured it, forced myself to shut myself up, and hid my leaking heart.

A precious person, a person who must be remembered.

Einheri.

After muttering that name all the time, the time finally came.

The bright light enveloped me for a while, and when I looked again, there was a warrior…

But Yan realized.

That’s a hero…But also, it wasn’t.

Same face, same body, but completely different teeth.

He slowly opened his eyes, but …. He was not the Einheri he knew.

The one who came from the future returns, and the original owner returns again.

“Einheri, Einheri, Einheri, don’t forget. Ein…-“

I was suddenly speechless, as if someone had blocked it.

I can’t spit out the name…No, I can’t remember.

That smiling face, that stupid expression, that way of speaking, that gesture are disappearing.

“Why, why, why, why.”

The one who saved himself, the one who fought for everyone, and finally the foreign press with the holy sword-

“…What kind of sword…? What happened…?”

Yan’s mind goes blank.

His memory is slowly fading, but he tried to shout, biting his lips.

“No, no…. I will not forget. Decided not to forget The name… I barely heard of it.”

The soul from the future leaves, and the traces it left in the past are erased.

I was erasing everything that deviated from the established flow of causality.

The fact that Einheri was here right now, her actions, her appearance, the impact she had on others, the events, the memories, the memories, the emotions.

A promise, a promise, a promise… Was there?

I try to stretch my chest out of frustration, but I can’t remember anything.

Except for one thing.

“What a shame…”

Tears flowed down my cheeks for some reason when I brought out a word from the depths of my heart.

One drop became two drops, and soon it became a stream of water and flowed down.

“Lady, sheer warrior, foolish warrior. Sheer, sheer, sheer.”

Why is that irrelevant word that I don’t know at all about makes my heart resonate?

Jan closed his eyes.

And he muttered quietly.

“…..Goodbye, crap…”