While Kai and Mei languished in the dark, damp cell, silence cloaked the White House in sorrow. Vorenhart and Lily stood over the void left by Frieren, each trapped in their own thoughts and pain.
"Wh-why did you have to leave us?" Lily asked, her voice breaking as she spoke the words, almost choking on her own tears. Her eyes were red from crying, tears sliding down her cheeks. "You did so much for this world… saved so many lives… Why… now of all times?"
Vorenhart stood behind her, motionless, yet the tension around him was palpable. His hand rested on her shoulder, not in comfort but instinctively, as if seeking stability while his thoughts raged. His eyes were not filled with sorrow—they were sharp, enigmatic, laden with frustration and anger at something he could not change.
Every moment of silence between them amplified his irritation; every breath reminded him that Frieren had withheld the most important information—where the diary was.
