“It’s vacation, vacation! Let’s go, Terry!”
Three days had passed since the papal coronation ceremony.
Thesilid and I finally cast off all the shackles and bonds of the world, shattering the spatial transfer stone.
As the dizzying sensation of floating subsided, I felt soft grass beneath my feet. When I opened my eyes, we were standing in front of the cottage.
“Phew.”
Once again, I realized how this place held deep meaning and memories for us in so many ways.
The newlywed home where my mom and dad had lived.
The safe house where I rescued and brought the 117th-cycle Thesilid, who had lost his memories and strength.
The refuge we escaped to whenever we wanted to break free from the Holy See and the royal palace.
And the sanctuary connected to the exit we found after wandering through the Chaos Mausoleum.
It was a place that couldn’t help but feel comforting, and both Thesilid’s and my expressions softened naturally.
“It’s been a while,” he said.
“Yeah,” I replied.
Right after surviving the…