Whether it’s Morgan or Altoria, if they want to fulfill their mission, eventually they must sacrifice themselves, becoming offerings, the materials for forging the holy sword.

Is this mission, destined to require their sacrifice, given so brazenly by the people of paradise?

What does this mean?

If they want to correct history, why don’t they act themselves?

If they want to punish the six fairies who defy their will, why send two newly born infants, letting them drift across the sea?

Is it just because they are not the ones sacrificing, not the ones bearing the burden, that they can do it without any scruples?

Anyway, Reiger can’t understand the thoughts of those guys in paradise at all unless there’s something hidden he doesn’t know.

At least for now, Reiger indeed has no liking for that supposed paradise.

Naturally, Reiger wouldn’t want to let Altoria go back, either.

What if the people inside demand Altoria to sacrifice in order to correct this part of wrong history?

What if they resort to coercive measures to achieve this goal?

There’s no normal person in paradise; their worldviews differ vastly from human ethics, so Reiger doesn’t want to see Altoria gambling on it.

However, Altoria seems to have already decided.

"I want to go take a look, to see the place where I was once born."

Altoria gazed at the distant horizon and spoke.

"Morgan knows Britain isn’t the place she should stay, but she can abandon her own mission for it."

"Alberon once abandoned going to paradise too, stayed on the surface until it turned into nothingness, then intended to go to paradise but failed."

"And what about me?"

"It seems like I still have nothing."

As someone found in Tintagel from the start, who was both abused and raised with the intention of selling her as a child of prophecy for a good price, Altoria, eternally a victim, had only ever seen the malice of others, the madness and decay of fairies.

Though she was a kindhearted person, due to such origins, she had never found the reason or motivation to save the fairies, save Britain, or complete the pilgrimage journey.

Even until now, she wasn’t fighting for herself but was determined to oppose Morgan for Noconalay, for Chaldea, for Reiger, for others.

As for herself...she’s still so confused.

Wandering aimlessly in confusion till now, she completed the pilgrimage journey.

Drifting in bewilderment through battles to this point, Britain is done for.

When everything ended, even after she defeated Alberon, Altoria couldn’t help but start thinking...

"What else can I do?"

"Must I keep being confused like this?"

"It feels impossible."

This was also due to the people around her.

Whether it’s Noconalay or Pasival, even Gareth and Habettelot, they all have things they resolutely want to do, clear about the meaning of their existence, holding shiny ideas and dreams in their hearts.

There’s no need to mention Chaldea, fighting steadfastly to save the foundation of humanity, save the pan-human history, unlike her, just floating along, going with the flow.

Being with such a determined group of people, the more dazzling they were, the more inferior Altoria felt.

Compared to them, her insides felt so empty, a void with nothing.

"It’s not that I haven’t thought about just leaving this world with you, then I wouldn’t have to think or do anything," Altoria sighed, muttering, "But Noconalay that guy, knowing I might do this, actually ran out to scold me."

Altoria clearly remembered that when Noconalay came to find her, she immediately threw that sentence at her.

"Are you planning to run away again? Coward!"

That sentence had stirred Altoria.

"That was when I decided that even if I have to leave, I’ll wait to see everything clearly first."

Altoria turned around, meeting Reiger’s gaze.

"So, I want to return to paradise, to seek answers."

Was her birth simply to fulfill a mission?

Now that things are like this, what does paradise plan to do?

Altoria wants to go there to find answers to these questions.

"Although I don’t know if this will dispel my inner confusion, I think this is probably the only thing I can do right now."

Hearing this, Reiger’s furrowed brows unknowingly relaxed.

Looking at Altoria’s eyes, always filled with uncertainty and shaking, Reiger sighed.

"Indeed, you’ve been a troublesome person all along."

Reiger gave such an evaluation. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"...You don’t need to say it; I know it myself."

Altoria naturally knew how troublesome her personality was.

But there was nothing she could do, for she was just such a troublesome, conflicted, and contradictory fairy.

Compared to Morgan, she always felt she was too immature, too childish.

"Do you know the way to paradise?"

Reiger didn’t say more, just spoke plainly.

"I know." Altoria nodded and said, "The entrance to paradise is in Dragon Corpse Swamp, or rather in Alberon’s remains, right?"

Indeed, the entrance to paradise lies within the remains of Alberon in Dragon Corpse Swamp.

That’s because Alberon had been on the path to paradise before exhausting its strength and dying.

Though it failed, its body lies at the entrance of paradise; this is really quite ironic.

"If you want to go, just go."

Reiger said no more, only stating calmly.

"Once I’m done with my matters, I’ll come to get you."

Hearing this, Altoria suddenly raised her head and looked at Reiger.

However, Reiger didn’t look back at Altoria anymore.

For some reason, Altoria’s internal confusion significantly dissipated, feeling a sense of peace.

She knew that Reiger said this because he cared about her, fearing she would be trapped in paradise and unable to leave.

If she really became a material for the holy sword, this man would definitely wreak havoc in paradise, wouldn’t he?

He’s telling her that, no matter what, he wouldn’t allow her to sacrifice.

It’s quite forceful and domineering, but it indeed reassured the confused Altoria considerably.

"Mm!"

Altoria nodded vigorously.

On her slightly naive and pretty face, a smile finally emerged.

...

Altoria left.

When [Storm Border] passed through northern Britain, reaching the Dragon Corpse Swamp at the center of the lakes, she, holding the chosen staff, walked with unsteady steps, like a child still learning to walk, embarking on her journey of self-discovery.

Everyone watched her until she entered the remains of Alberon in the Dragon Corpse Swamp and disappeared from sight.

Then, Chaldea also prepared to leave the Britain Lostbelt, returning to pan-human history.

At that point, Reiger prepared to leave as well.

The time for Dimensional Travel had not yet ended, but Reiger had completed what he needed to do; next was to leave this world with Morgan and proceed to Source World to rescue Beluti promptly.

And after he made such a decision, it wasn’t long before Morgan, who had been hiding in the room, finally appeared.

"Let’s go."

Holding a black spear, removing her crown, no longer a queen but appearing as a mere magician, Morgan unexpectedly said to Reiger decisively.

"Are you sure?" Reiger was a bit surprised, saying, "Not going to look at Britain again?"

"No need." Morgan’s attitude was cold, not at all like the witch obsessed with Britain, saying, "The Britain that’s already perished is just a Lostbelt waiting to be pruned."

"It’s no longer my Britain."

Seeing Morgan speak such words coldly, Reiger didn’t intend to delve into her true thoughts further.

"Then let’s go."

Reiger extended his hand to Morgan.

Morgan closed her eyes, then opened them, placing her hand upon his.

Soon, the two disappeared from [Storm Border], never to be found again...