Emilia responded with a tense expression when her name was called.

The moment Subaru saw her right hand and right foot move forward in sync as she walked towards the center—he thought, “This is something I have to do something about.”

The tension was palpable; it was so stiff that one could easily see it from a few steps back. In any other situation, it would be the perfect moment to praise her cuteness with a “Emilia-tan is like a little puppy!” but in the current scenario, there was no positive outcome to be seen.

Just before reaching the center, Emilia noticed the awkwardness in her steps, and her hands and feet settled into a more normal form as she moved forward—receiving the gazes of the Wise Men’s Council in the grand hall.

—Emilia-tan, are you alright?

“Don’t worry, Subaru.”

“Don’t read my mind; am I a puppet on your palm?”

Reinhardt, glancing at Subaru while hiding his concern, addressed him.

It seemed that Subaru was unaware of how Emilia was being regarded in the royal castle. “At least, she is not being treated with the contempt you’re worried about.”

“Even so…”

Her right hand and right foot were moving at the same time. It was the textbook reaction of a ridiculously nervous human. If she fumbled over her words, bit her tongue, and then blushed and crouched down, it would become unbearable to watch.

If that were to happen, Subaru was ready to face the shame of receiving disdain from all present in this gathering of the nation’s dignitaries.

—Not for Natsuki Subaru, however, was the thought of successfully supporting Emilia’s honor.

But such a preposterous determination on Subaru’s part was rendered needless through diagonal interpretations.

“Did you see how her hands and feet moved simultaneously…?”

“Is it a precursor to some special spell passed down among the elf race?”

“It’s a magical appearance. For some reason, I just can’t take my eyes away…”

Voices of admiration emerged from the lined-up knights, which disheartened Subaru. This was nothing but paranoia, or rather, downright overestimation.

If they knew the actual Emilia, they wouldn’t even consider her actions as mere nervousness.

As for the third clown’s statement, it held no difference from Subaru’s thoughts on the broader context.

Regardless, even if her movements were stiff, the interpretation they were making put her in a position where she was not welcome—if it was not due to mockery but genuinely popularized nonsense, it was clear this was a markedly unwelcoming situation.

As Emilia reached the center, the murmurs gradually quieted.

Only Emilia and one tall figure, Roswaal, whose footsteps were echoed as he approached, remained. Once Roswaal’s long blue hair stood beside Emilia, the stage was set.

Marcos, who presided over the proceedings, looked to the two standing side by side, and then scanned Subaru and the others—with particular scrutiny on the fool who had just spoken poorly before—corrected their posture as he spoke.

“Now, Emilia-sama. And Lord Roswaal L. Meiastars. Please proceed.”

“Yah, yah! I have to say, being surrounded by knights as assistance makes me feel wildly out of place!”

Roswaal replied lightly, turning back to Emilia with a “Right?” However, Emilia didn’t respond at all.

Given the stiffness she had shown earlier, one could hardly expect a normal reaction. Roswaal’s obliviousness was irksome even for Subaru, but any negative emotions about it were quickly cast aside.

Because—

“Nice to meet you, members of the Wise Men’s Council. My name is Emilia. I have no family name. Just call me Emilia.”

Her dignified voice, like a silver bell, reverberated throughout the hall, etching her name into the hearts of everyone present. There was no tremor in her voice, nor any wavering in her gaze as she looked ahead.

Where had the earlier nervousness gone? Emilia, weaving her name before the Wise Men’s Council, stood unmatched even among previous candidates.

No, in fact, as she pronounced her introduction, she bore an allure that was almost unworldly—something no other candidate could possess, perhaps because she was not purely human.

Nonetheless, Subaru found himself entranced by this magical presence of hers. All prior anxieties and the contempt directed at her from those around vanished entirely from his mind, as he gazed at her captivating figure.

“And my sponsor is the disgraceful one, Lord Roswaal L. Meiastars, who would like to express gratitude for the time you have granted us, members of the Wise Men’s Council.”

“Hmm. So instead of a knight, your sponsor is a court mage? Would you share the circumstances regarding that?”

Marcos spoke with a relaxed demeanor while stroking his beard, and then Microtoff’s eyes narrowed with sharpness like a blade. He shot a scrutinizing look at Emilia and asked.

“Candidate Emilia. Please elaborate on her origins, including her lineage.”

“Understood.”

Roswaal bent slightly before extending a hand to indicate Emilia, and upon receiving her nod, began narrating their encounter in a resounding voice.

This was information Subaru had never heard before, and he stiffened in anticipation, listening attentively to every word.

“Firstly, as you may know, let me explain Lady Emilia’s origins. With her beautiful silver hair, transparent white skin, captivating deep purple eyes, and that unforgettable voice like silver bells—you should understand that these magical qualities indicate that Emilia has elven blood within her.”

Subaru felt the atmosphere shift with a collective intake of breath among the audience.

Elves—a fact likely known from their treatment of Emilia, which was an inconceivable level of difference in terms of the royal selection.

Drawing from Anastasia’s previous example, Subaru thought up a comparison like how a Japanese person could never become the President of the United States. But just how deep was the chasm lying between humans and elves?

“A girl with elven blood…”

“Her magical appearance and inhuman presence—there’s no denying it.”

“It’s outrageous thinking of an elf on the throne. Such a thing could never happen, let alone comparing it to Lady Anastasia. Besides, it wouldn’t be so bad if she were simply an elf, but—”

The elders of the Wise Men’s Council exchanged uneasy glances, their voices dipping to whispered criticisms. The man with a balding head and a large scar took a firm stance.

“We’re talking about half-human blood—so a half-elf, I presume?”

Veins popped on his forehead, and he dismissively waved his hand. That action was dismissive of Emilia, and indeed he openly stated,

“Just seeing her makes my stomach turn. To welcome a half-demon with silver hair into the throne room is irreverent.”

“Lord Bordeaux, your tongue is too careless.”

“Microtoff, aren’t you aware? That half-demon with silver hair resembles the very looks spoken of in ‘the Witch of Envy!'”

Even Microtoff’s reprimanding failed to calm Bordeaux, who stood up, striding forward to Emilia’s front.

“I refuse to let this world forget the destruction wrought long ago, the ruin that swallowed half the world and thrust every living being into a depth of despair. Don’t you dare say you’re unaware of this!”

“——”

“Do you think I fear you simply due to your appearance and lineage? That such a presence should be placed on a throne? Ridiculous. It would be nothing but a madness spoken of by both the nation and its people! Moreover, this is the Parent Dragon Kingdom Lugnica—a land where witches sleep!”

He spread his arms and stomped his feet, shouting in a fierce tone, but even Emilia remained unresponsive. Conversely, Subaru was nearing a breaking point.

Yet, just as that happened—

“Subaru, remember that the other party is from the Wise Men’s Council. Don’t act recklessly.”

“Don’t joke with me, Reinhardt! That’s nothing short of groundless antagonism! If the person themselves had acted in such a manner before, I could understand, but they’re treating her that way just for looking similar? Should bald old men all be treated that way? The bald men I know are much better than that!”

“You’re sidestepping the main issue, Subaru!”

Reinhardt quickly intervened, seeing Subaru on the verge of exploding in anger. Yet, Subaru’s indignation was not to be quelled.

With rage in his eyes, he glared at Bordeaux as if he could shoot him dead with his gaze. It was then that Bordeaux noticed Subaru’s hostile glare and turned his attention back to the two.

“Seeing the ones who assist in their duties being so loud, are you perhaps the knight accompanying the other candidate? Is that black-haired boy…?”

“Lord Bordeaux, is that enough?”

Just as Bordeaux’s eyes gleamed with danger and he prepared to attack—

Roswaal stepped forward, maintaining his usual goofy demeanor while facing Bordeaux directly. Although the ill-tempered elderly man was of a sturdy physique, he stood almost as tall as Roswaal.

As they exchanged close stares, the elderly man gazed into Roswaal’s odd-colored eyes.

“If you mean making sure you’ve said everything, there’s still much left to discuss. Do you understand the weight of your actions, chief court mage?”

“I’m aware, entirely! I’m aware of the significance of my audacious acts, of the opinions represented here by the members of the Wise Men’s Council, and the feelings of the citizens who will see Lady Emilia.”

Roswaal calmly received Bordeaux’s intimidating tone, raising his finger to say,

“But let me remind you that the concerns Bordeaux deems problematic hold no bearing when it comes to royal selection!”

“…What do you mean?”

“Bizarrely, it was Lady Priscilla who said earlier. If five candidates gather, the royal selection may commence. Once it begins, we merely act according to the statutes of the Dragon History Stone in a straightforward manner. Isn’t that correct?”

Roswaal leaned in to escape Bordeaux’s glare, directing the conversation back toward the Wise Men’s Council. Responding, Microtoff narrowed one eye.

“Hmm, so what you’re saying is, the important point is that Lady Emilia is chosen by the Dragons, and whether she qualifies to sit on the throne is irrelevant.”

“Exactly. I wish to begin the royal selection as soon as possible, and end it, to return the nation to its original state. Otherwise, I won’t have the leisure to enjoy my pleasures!”

Roswaal bluntly dismissed any possibility of Emilia ascending the throne. His words stunned Subaru more than angered him.

Knowing how hard Emilia worked towards becoming the king, he was shocked that the very man backing her would say such a thing.

Abandoning Subaru’s shock, Roswaal continued to wave his outstretched finger joyfully.

“To put it another way, consider this akin to a decoy. Lady Emilia has an obviously distinctive appearance. Few would see her and not think of the Witch of Envy. In other words, she would become an incredibly clear pawn in our plans.”

“You mean to reduce the royal selection—composed of five candidates—into a de facto contest of four?”

“With fewer choices, the likelihood of division diminishes, don’t you think? Especially in a kingdom uncertain due to the lack of royalty, the possibility of foreign interference raises significant concerns. In that case, shouldn’t we develop strategies to minimize the risk?”

Bordeaux frowned contemplatively in response to Roswaal’s proposal. The other elders in the Wise Men’s Council even muttered, “If that’s the case…” suggesting some interest in his plan.

The notion was to choose Emilia as a mere pawn among the other candidates and turn the royal selection into a staged race.

Which way would the balance tilt once the merits and demerits were compared?

Ultimately, however, Bordeaux, who had firmly opposed the scheme, nodded while a look of understanding crossed his intimidating face.

“Very well, I accept. I retract my previous opposition. We will proceed as you have suggested—”

“Don’t joke with me――!!”

A shout echoed throughout the hall, reverberating outwards and causing the space to fall eerily silent.

The sole sound that lingered in the air was the heavy breathing of the boy who shouted.

Amid the gazes directed his way, Subaru glared angrily at Roswaal and Bordeaux, whose earlier agreement to this deceptive plot was now being challenged.

In response to this piercing glare, Roswaal narrowed one eye. With only his yellow eye fixated on Subaru, he stated:

“Why, oh why, do you seem still unaware of your place? This isn’t a moment for someone like you to interrupt. You should apologize and exit.”

“I already told you! I’m not the one who should apologize; it’s you guys!”

“How surprising. You’re saying you’re not afraid for your life?”

Roswaal closed his yellow eye and shifted his attention solely to his blue eye, gazing piercingly at Subaru.

The usual lighthearted mood drained from his presence, replaced instead by an overwhelming dread that sent shivers down one’s spine. The air around Roswaal seemed distorted, likely due to the immense mana he possessed.

Faced with such overwhelming presence, Subaru’s mind raced with memories of the time Roswaal had singlehandedly charred the Juggernaut from the Forest of Magical Beasts, a creature he had struggled against. It was said that even a swarm of them could be taken down as if they were mere infants in Roswaal’s hands.

Recalling the precision of his earlier magical prowess, Subaru knew he could be selected to be vaporized from this very space at a moment’s notice.

While there existed some trust between them, in this scenario, there was no anticipation for Roswaal to act in a benevolent manner.

The one who had betrayed that trust previously was none other than Roswaal himself.

“In the midst of forming a resolution, this rudeness appears. I will give you one last chance. If you grovel and beg for forgiveness, I will grant you the opportunity. What do you think, Natsuki Subaru?”

Overwhelmed by the rising tide of hostility, Subaru’s knees felt like they were laughing at him. Tremors raced through his fingertips, and if he bit down any harder, he might snap his own teeth.

He felt an innate urge to flee the scene.

—But—

“I-I’ve said it, haven’t I? The ones who should apologize are you all!”

His voice trembled and cracked.

Fighting back, however, Subaru refused to look down.

Emilia was here.

And right now, her wish was on the verge of being trampled. He couldn’t submit in front of that.

Who among them would stand by her, who had been betrayed at this crucial moment, if not Subaru? Who could become her defense against the folks who spoke ill of her based solely on her race or appearance?

He was weak. His will was fragile. Yet, all that remained was his stubborn pride.

The untold power that surged from an unknown source propelled Subaru forward, not allowing him to bend his knees.

Up against that stubborn desperation, Roswaal narrowed his strange eyes slightly and said:

“Very well. Without strength, you can pass nothing. Come to understand that meaning firsthand. I hope you can utilize it in your next life.”

In that moment, just as that ultimatum was issued, the surge of power that had built up surged forth into manifestation.

What was born was a ball of flame adorned in brilliance that illuminated the entire hall. The flaming orb formed above Roswaal’s palm, roughly the size of a human head, exuded heat that singed even Subaru’s skin from afar.

The blatant embodiment of malice before a fully combat-ready Roswaal caused Bordeaux and the other candidates, who were relatively close, to brace themselves. Bordeaux twisted his imposing face with rage, while the other candidates retreated behind their respective knights.

And yet, it was only Emilia, who stood without any knight by her side—

“Wait, Roswaal! This isn’t how the discussion should go…”

Her purple-blue eyes trembled with confusion and urgency as they darted between Roswaal and Subaru. In Emilia’s expression—confusion directed at Roswaal as she regarded Subaru—there was a flicker of—

“Emilia…”

“I will show you the highest-level firepower of fire mana—Algor?”

Coldly uttering her declaration, Roswaal pointed his palm directly at Subaru.

Thus, it was the action of hurling the flaming orb toward him. The fireball slowly yet surely crept towards Subaru, on the verge of incinerating him.

Before that burning death, Subaru instinctively aimed to leap aside, taking evasive action in his thoughts. But his body betrayed him. Was it due to his trembling feet, or because fear had rendered him immobile?

No, it was neither.

His will hadn’t failed to reach his lower body. It was because his will had accelerated to such an extent that his body couldn’t keep pace with it.

His vision turned unnaturally slow, and Subaru tangibly sensed ‘death’ approaching him.

This vivid sensation, which had been absent for a long time, was one he had hoped would not be directed toward Roswaal again, even in the wake of a second loop.

With reality slipping away from his consciousness, he couldn’t even move his eyeballs.

Hence, the only image that remained in Subaru’s gaze, aside from the oncoming fireball, was Emilia, who was reaching out toward him from the corner of his eye.

That expression displayed a distinct urgency, and it brought an inexplicable sense of relief to Subaru.

Despite facing a circumstance threatening his life, here was someone he had feelings for expressing worry. —How odd it was to feel comforted by the mere presence of that fact; he had no time to contemplate it now.

And, in the end—

“The thing is, if you have no strength, you’ll be unable to pass anything. That makes sense, rationally. Yeah, entirely reasonable! I can fully agree with that!”

The voice that echoed was both familiar yet estranged, like something he couldn’t fathom while softly hitting his eardrums.

At the moment of collision, in the presence of the inching red-hot death, Subaru barely blinked.

Thus, he bore witness to the events unfolding right before his eyes.

The fireball reached him, eager to engulf him, stretching its limbs and wrapping around him. In that instant, a pale white glow unfolded and enveloped Subaru’s entire being, clashing directly against the heat seeking to vaporize him— the result was merely white steam remaining.

That unimaginable, otherworldly prowess, achieved effortlessly, was now floating directly in front of Subaru at his eye level.

“This human child has been blabbing about my daughter in front of me?”

With arms crossed and a delicate snort, a gray-furred spirit cat, unlike any other, stared at Subaru with an unprecedented glacial gaze.

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Every person in the hall stood speechless at the sudden emergence of this presence.

Suspended in midair, surveying the surroundings, was Pack, a spirit cat of a size that could fit within a hand.

With his usual foolish attitude and laid-back speaking manner, one could hardly conceal their shock upon witnessing his current demeanor.

Apart from Subaru, those who had never seen him before exhibited growing agitation, a palpable ripple of chaos among them.

Their concern didn’t lie with Subaru’s reaction.

But rather—

“Did it just directly negate Lord Roswaal’s magic…?”

“All that in such a short time, and almost silently!?”

“First off, what’s with that condensed mana… Do not look directly at it! You’ll get swallowed!”

One of the knights on guard called out in alarm, supporting a staggered colleague.

As similar reactions spread among the attending officials, several others shot terrified glances at Pack, who hovered above them.

“—Huh? Uh, what?”

Which is why Subaru was entirely clueless to their reactions.

Before him was Pack. A gray-furred little cat. Sure, something felt odd about him, but there was no reason to douse the knightly assembly in such an overwhelming alarm.

Staring intently at him, one could find no signs that indicated the sickness described.

In Subaru’s bewilderment, hidden behind confusion, Pack arrogantly flicked him off and declared:

“You clearly do not understand, Roswaal L. Meiastars. I previously showed you leniency because my daughter desired it. Had that not been the case, I wouldn’t have hesitated to sink this entire country beneath the eternal frozen wastelands.”

As he spoke, gusts of wind began to swirl violently around Pack.

They brought with them a chilling air, the sort that numbed one’s skin, enveloping only him at first before swelling forth to blanket the hall in a biting chill. Naturally, utter confusion swept over the venue.

“—Calm down, would you, Great Spirit?”

Marcos’s hoarse voice rang out toward Pack, the source of the sudden chaos.

As the members of the Wise Men’s Council slowly settled into unease, Marcos remained poised in his seat, displaying an intelligent gleam in his eyes.

“Such power, such ample mana. I surmise you’re a renowned Great Spirit.”

“What? Seems there’s a young man here with some manners.”

“Well, being called a ‘young man’ at this age is a precious experience.”

As Pack raised an eyebrow, Marcos laughed lightly in response. Seemingly pleased with the elder’s attitude, Pack maintained his lofty demeanor and nodded.

“What I am is little known to you, I’m afraid. I’m merely a spirit who has existed for a long time. What you called me is entirely up to you.”

“Ah, that does make sense.”

Marcos agreed while stroking his beard.

He then shifted his gaze toward the formerly silent Roswaal, who, after experiencing the negation of his magic, observed the goings-on with a stiff demeanor.

“We should revisit my first encounter with Lady Emilia. I discovered her far east of the Royal Capital, in Erior Forest—commonly known as the ‘Forest of Ice.'”

“Erior Forest…!”

As soon as Roswaal uttered the name, several individuals echoed their surprise.

Seemingly satisfied that he had anticipated this reaction, Roswaal nodded.

“Indeed, Erior Forest. Over a hundred years ago, it suddenly became encased in ice and blocked all entry and exit—a glacial barrier. And it continues to spread with encroaching eternal frost.”

“Indeed, it has been said that the freezing winds shall gradually freeze all around it, expanding the area of frozen soil year-by-year.”

“Frozen land, plant life, atmosphere, and creatures—this means white oblivion. All must enter into a deep slumber for all eternity and cannot awaken.”

Clapping his hands, Roswaal gestured toward Emilia and Pack.

“Quietly living in the depths of that icy forest were these two.”

“Then the eternal frost of Erior Forest is…”

“That would be my doing. To be fair, I’ve merely adjusted things to be more hospitable!”

To the astonishment of Marcos, Pack answered with nonchalance.

While Subaru struggled to conceive the related background, reactions from those around him indicated that this was, in fact, a significant revelation.

The truth of Subaru’s earlier outburst was all but forgotten amidst the gathered crowd.

In response to Pack’s claim, Marcos pondered with a serious expression.

“Hmm. The power to alter Erior Forest to such a state—compared to any spirit from your childhood tales, that strength is not lacking.”

“Indeed, isn’t it terrifying?”

While he had spoken with a tone resembling admiration, one could not know what emotions actually swelled within him. For foreseeing the implications of those words, further examining was but a trifle for Pack.

After taking in Marcos’ reaction, he beheld Roswaal, emotion emerging in his narrow eyes.

“Hmm, I see. I’m beginning to understand. What led you to the two residing in Erior Forest?”

“Just part of my investigation. Erior Forest lies close to my territory, and there was a risk it could be affected by the impending frost. Thus, I intended to conduct preliminary investigations before that could occur.”

“I made a couple of failed attempts,” Roswaal admitted, holding up two fingers, his smile tinged by his own embarrassment. He then quickly resumed a serious demeanor.

“On my third attempt to pass through the forest, I met these two. Initially, they attacked me without hesitation—and boy, was I ever shocked.”

“It had been a while since someone passed through the forest. I apologize, perhaps our welcome was a bit too… enthusiastic.”

As they both fondly reminisced, nobody else in the hall could laugh.

The implication was that the earlier magical confrontation was just a child’s play, maintained between the two.

A more casual conversation broke out while Roswaal brought up further tidbits, yet the members present were unable to react as they wrestled with the potential for that earlier magical skirmish being made light of.

“To the degree of shifting the very geology was frightening, but I was far more unsettled by what occurred afterward. The transcendent spirit that brutally assaulted me listened to a single girl’s request and sheathed their weapons.”

Casually dropped words of potential calamity echoed throughout, and a look of solemnity enveloped Roswaal as he pointed toward Emilia.

Maintaining her silence, she lowered her gaze slightly before them, the luminance of her violet and azure eyes dimming.

Subaru felt a slight disquiet at her attitude, but had no time to pursue clarity. In place of Roswaal’s musings, Pack turned to the audience.

“It was the request of my dear contractee. I would listen to her above all else. Conversely, let me state that I would obey none but Rea other than through my own will.”

“Then the gravity of your being is not lost on us.”

Marcos’s comment prompted rosier agreement from the Wise Men’s Council.

“Back to that encounter with Lady Emilia, which Roswaal just described.”

Roswaal focused on the overwhelmingly serious assembly.

“I came across her just east of Lugnica’s Royal Capital, far east in Erior Forest—known as the ‘Forest of Ice.’”

“Wait, is she not the first candidate to show up so clearly against the backdrop of magic?”

Marcos posed optimistically, sensing the expansion of waves within their party’s choices.

“That is true, as the one perpetuating it was Emilia from the wintery confines of Erior.”

He glanced pointedly at the gathered assembly, more overhead voices rising in disbelief.

“But we have the power to demonstrate that difference formed around her smothering snow.”

He projected his voice, ensuring no one would miss any indications locked behind complicated assurances.

“Such would have bound her, allowing more thoughts and abilities from the nature strips.”

Emilia’s atmosphere glimmered eerily, and an exchange of gestures between the elders continued to lash out.

The questions continued on, packing up into a gradient as Emilia heard stimulation to her resolve.

“It is in which such a path must be experienced—it will endure regardless of distance or adversaries. I’ll endeavor throughout, and produce a living evidence of faith.”

“I know they will brook no excuses!”

Emilia’s firm voice crescendoed with wisdom, every eye drawn to her graceful stance amid tension.

“I am Emilia. Guide me as I pursue the endless path.”

Her resolve was infectious, guiding eyes to absorb strength from her worship.

Quiet ripples washed through the assembly during the revelations exchanged among her, Roswaal, and Microtoff—the shout of strength pushing full circle.

And thus the cataclysm within Roswaal reflected at first as utmost disparity.

“Fairness given term after term—it’s a challenge, true. But worth it, resolved, I won’t wither back!”

Emilia’s fierce expression glowed onward through the global extent of wisdom staged ahead.

The members before her, seldom unified, would be compelled to recognize her unyielding heroism.

This would mark an arduous ascent, each moment commanding the capabilities.

Deliberations bore and buzzed.

But somewhere, an echo of indomitable resolve would inevitably ring loudly through her crowd to answer strength accountable at last.

“Is it—”

Empty yet burdened attentively—a stillness resonated.

For even now, few dared to utter the reservations hushed softly.

With wearing authenticity, Emilia declared even then the stark truth cutting deep within their minds.

“I shall not cease to pursue nor wane in existence, for there is no doubt therein my path will guide me with strength ever ensured!”

With a high life and veracity in every pulse, she delivered her thoughts on the significant strength of heritage found directly bound.

In this fierce conviction, the ire of storms wafted forth, channeling destinies spun into autumnal interludes across the span entrusted.

And through all spirits’ whispers, the most radiant shade of brilliance built was evoked at otherworldly rates from a cat with ill intent.

Yet neither harbored replay, nor symmetry unhinged from battle that echoed forth across worlds.

“Spoke right—arise yet remain.”

For this was but a span of hearts between those forged as friends.

—Subaru’s journey through bright desire and combative tides bore forth a formation that was claimed and destined in unity.

“Guess this resolve isn’t merely an assortment of jests,” Subaru chuckled warmly, seeking the brilliance of both eyes reflected beyond vast tracts and trails, above passionate sweeps around a realm.

Thus a tale of worlds entwined commenced again, wrapped cheerily within dark hallowed awareness, spurred by Paw-Kingdom, while forces faced forward—amid whispers of time spoken bright, watching the ciphers reappear amidst shimmer scattered upon attentive fields.

Every stride beckoned forth the winds of resolve, a notion eternal binding each bond now.

We shall speak no further against such wild wonder, nor wrap darkness about distant souls.

“Let the truth carry across through all intersections anew!”

And thus, the roar of conviction soared delightfully alongside luminous radiance far beyond the immeasurable stretch.

The world awaited its entwining once more as the night brightened beyond the skyscape, rendering every plea a pulse wrapped round together.

Endurance flexing forth—but validation awaited yet in the strength binding them, eternal it remained, through swells destined in silver talismans knowing—a way stretched anew.

The next chapter awaits, beyond bounds, and nothing shall match the change within.

With shared breaths binding wraths in unity, each held between adventures echoing triumphs threading beyond known edges again at long last.

Thus, they race forth beyond—etched welcome to the mind awakened forever truest at heart, as just…

A tale (nor test) waited forth beyond to see…

“Are we not summoned still? On the morrow, none the less!”