Powerful yet useless force, a lonely castle, a magnificent and cold throne, a brief life, an eternal death, they share half each. They do not need the past and future, only grasping the constantly repeating present in their palms. They die together again and again, proving the eternity of life and love. One moment they are embracing in a pool of blood, the next they calmly walk hand in hand to the terrace for breakfast. This non-daily daily life will continue forever and ever, with the world’s past and future having nothing to do with them, only the trivial life in the moment between death’s crevices is reality.
Nali remained silent for a long time. She turned to look in Gerard’s direction, his last entrustment echoing in her mind, her fingers tightening around the dagger. It seemed she had made a decision in an instant, taking two steps toward Lady Ifa, calmly requesting: “Please ensure that he can do nothing for some time.” The duchess’s eyes widened in surprise, a hint of interest gradually emerging in her emerald eyes: “No problem.” Nali took a deep breath and said slowly and clearly: “Let me replace him as the container.” Ifa trembled slightly, her gaze moving downward to settle somewhere. From her expression, she clearly understood the deeper meaning of this request. She did not immediately agree but solemnly asked: “Do you know what this means?” Nali simply answered: “This is good for everyone.”
