“Jumping back in time within a world, just maintaining the stability of our five souls and the device is extremely difficult, let alone carrying the soul and memories of the guide. After reaching the past of a new world, we still have to carefully protect the device’s main body from harm.” The duchess jokingly tapped the glass-like shield, “Even if we wanted to, we cannot personally end the Demon King and open the reversion switch. So we need the help of heroes and guides.”
Ifa looked at Naily, understanding and smiling: “You want to say that summoning people from another world and maintaining the system interface also requires magic power? Crossing the boundaries of time and space will cause fluctuations, and using this anomaly to summon heroes and guides doesn’t require extra magic power.”
As for this system interface and communication, maintaining it is easier than directly crossing time and space and battling the Demon King. Guiding the hero was always a trivial matter.
This speech completely blocked all of Naily’s doubts. She was silent for a moment, gripping the daggers in her hands, and asked coldly: “So… what is your purpose in telling me all this?”
Naily’s fingers tightened, her teeth clenched, and she thrust the dagger forward. She didn’t use any skill, just the most ordinary and forceful way to stab the blade into the other’s heart, as if this could prove her determination and leave no room for future regret.
The strike was clean and swift, barely splattering any blood.
She supported the swaying body, lowering her eyes and saying, “I’m sorry.”
Brilliant characters exploded in her vision: “Mission Completed!” The surrounding scenery blurred, obscured by the dazzling white light pouring down. Naily raised her head blankly, looking at the Demon King one last time.
Kalsas curved the corners of his eyes, bidding her farewell with the same expression as when they first met – careful, calm, and composed. His lips moved, forming simple syllables.
Naily clearly heard his goodbye, and tears finally streamed down her cheeks, a misty haze before her eyes. The surroundings spun faster, and her body seemed lifted high by a wind, discarding the body of this world in a nauseating rotation, leaving only her light spirit flying through countless worlds toward her sole homeland.
It was just an instant.
