I opened my eyes beneath an ink-black sky without a single star.
Beyond the world, the enormous World Tree still stood inverted, its roots stretching upward toward the heavens.
[I'm sorry.]
“…Gestas?”
[And thank you.]
At the same time, Gestas slowly emerged from one of the trunks forming the uneven ground—a branch extending from the World Tree.
As before, he wore a violet stole and shed light in five colors.
The fact that he didn't look nearly as irritating as before was probably because everything had finally ended and my heart had relaxed with it.
Although kicking me out so quickly I couldn't even have one after-party was still pretty annoying.
“…Isaiah worked harder than I did.”
If she hadn't pressured Satan hard enough to force Satan into flight.
If she hadn't opened the passage immediately afterward.
If she hadn't backed us up at the very end.
Would defeating Satan even have been possible?
[Haha. That's true. She really did work incredibly hard. To the point that I feel ashamed.]
“I don't think you had much dignity left to lose in the first place. Haha.”
When I jokingly struck right at the bone, Gestas started sweating as though watching my mood.
I was only half serious, so I immediately relaxed my expression and waved a hand.
“Half of that was sincere, but it's fine. Everything ended well.”
[…Aren't you normally supposed to say that was just a joke at times like this?]
“You know that if I'd had even a little less patience,…