One death... One revelation... I see!
After hearing the explanation from the old man with a white beard, Leon compared it to the scenes he had seen in countless ring inscriptions and suddenly noticed a detail he had previously overlooked.
Those saintesses who were "revived," after the confusion faded from their eyes, appeared "older" even though their bodies remained youthful. Their gaze no longer held the innocent charm of before, and their demeanor was noticeably more weathered.
So... is the contemporary saintess sacrificing herself to bring the will of the future, with memories, into the present, the true ability of the "sacred land" of hope?
Glancing at the bloodstained floor not far away, and recalling the figures trembling and lying down on the ground, staining their heart's blood into the circle, Leon couldn't help but frown and say:
"The real Fredri already..."
"Hmm..."
The old man with a white beard replied with a somber expression:
