In this realm of supposed despair and madness, Teda felt no fear of death, nor did he taste unbearable sorrow.
Teda was not entirely indifferent; now absolute tranquility filled his mind. It had been a long time since Teda last felt this; his exhausted will found liberation, eternal rest was near, only waiting for him to handle the last affairs.
He firmly embraced the cold shell and whispered intimately to it, speaking words only Teda could comprehend.
"I was genuinely happy when you escaped; you finally left, escaped this destined fate, and began a new life."
Teda controlled the entire Alchemy Workshop. Aimou thought her escape went unnoticed, but every time she left, Teda realized it, yet he still allowed her to go.
"I don't know how to explain my feelings; it's so complex, and I'm too old, having faced too many setbacks. It's hard for me to understand and handle these matters well."
Teda's tone gradually lightened, confessing to the corpse.
