Before me lay a whole building of crumbling ruins.

After the magical support disappeared, large sections of the palace walls collapsed with a roar.

The haze, which crashed to the ground, turned into a cloud of magical dust.

The towering pillars supporting the palace also broke at the center.

The towering dome plummeted, shattering into a fine cloud in mid-air, which then drifted away with the wind.

A gentle breeze swept across the entire palace, while the billowing dust seemed tragic, as if the curtain had finally fallen.

Kokot watched helplessly as the magical palace crumbled rapidly, the dust obscuring her vision.

Her eyes were slightly red, but she was unable to react.

Just sitting quietly on the cloud, I felt a tightness in my chest and frowned.

Then, he talked to himself.

"Win, win, win, all you know is winning and losing."

If he hadn't deliberately let the opponent win, who could have beaten him?

Despite having done so much, what they pursued was nothing short of self-destruction.

And he died at the hands of his fiancée.

Koko took a deep breath, trying to suppress his emotions.

She couldn't stop Viktor, nor could she stop Gwen, who was single-mindedly pursuing justice.

Victor was convinced that Gwen was pursuing justice.

After Gwen's older sister died, she abandoned all emotions.

The appearance of believers further awakened the scales of justice within her.

From that moment on, the knight finally began to turn towards the goddess of justice.

Viktor, all she wanted was the justice she believed in.

He ruined his own reputation and did all sorts of bad things.

To overthrow the imperial regime and prove his ambition to usurp the throne.

His wicked deeds eventually attracted his fiancée, Gwen.

Gwen did indeed keep her promise not to marry anyone but Victor, but she would never marry Victor.

So she came here herself, found Victor, and made the final decision.

This is the battle.

Gwen came with the determination to die.

Either kill Victor or die under his magic.

But then, she killed Victor with a single shot.

At that time, was this knight who upheld justice at peace with himself or indifferent?

I can't guess.

But she could never have imagined that Kevlar was still alive.

She could never have imagined that it was the kindness of a former lover that had left behind the lingering soul of the witcher.

Gwen abandons her emotions due to Kefla's death, awakens her powers, and transforms into a knight of justice.

But if Kefla hadn't died, what would she be thinking now?

Will she be able to win back the feelings she lost?

Most importantly,

Thinking of this, Kokot turned his gaze into the distance, watching the palace gradually dissolving.

As the wind and sand swirled and dust fell away, two silver-white figures could be vaguely seen facing each other in the cracked walls of the palace.

One of the figures was a woman with short, silver-white hair, her pupils trembling, her eyes filled with disbelief.

That's Kevlar.

Her original body was truly dead, and the Tree of Adrien could not possibly create a body for her with the power of a Witcher.

Now, she is just an ordinary person who has been given new life by the Tree of Adriatic.

Kokot had 'gave birth' to a million bodies for Victor, so she was experienced in this.

The other figure was very familiar.

The same silver-white hair covered the silver-white armor.

She lowered her head, her hair obscuring her face, but through the sparse gaps, the emptiness in her eyes could be vaguely seen.

A knight's lance, gleaming with golden light, rested limply on the ground.

It seems that this unwavering sense of justice could collapse along with the entire palace at any moment.

Yes.

A gentle breeze caused by the unintentional flapping of a butterfly's wings eventually evolved into a decisive storm.

When Gwen learned that Kefla had been rescued by Victor,

How should she deal with her inner pain and turmoil?

It's time to rekindle the relationship, and I feel guilty and will live with guilt forever.

She remained indifferent and ignored it, and even Kefla's resurrection could not shake her sense of justice.

or……

Will she forge a new path?

"No matter what, you still win."

Cocot sniffed, his voice becoming slightly choked.

She knew Viktor would die, but who could have imagined he would die so quickly?

He only knew how to boss her around while she was alive, and in the end, he didn't even give her a chance to say goodbye.

Of course, Kokot's grief was not solely due to Victor's death.

After all, she still had the mood to complain.

When people die, everyone goes to hell. Someone as wicked as Victor deserves to go to the eighteenth level of hell.

Once in hell, how could Kokot, who knew Victor's virtues so well, possibly grieve for his death?

It's only because Victor is giving Hades face that he doesn't try every possible way to climb out of hell.

But no matter what, Viktor is truly dead.

She doesn't have the power to go to hell, so if she can't see him, she can't see him.

Even though she was convinced that Victor was alright, her nose still stung and her eyes involuntarily reddened.

After a while, she finally collapsed, buried her face in the clouds, and wiped away her tears.

The road ahead must be continued.

Viktor's arrangements are not yet complete.

Is it possible to find a way to break the cycle within this endless cycle of reincarnation?

The cycle continues, and everyone is trapped in this game from which they have no control.

She chose to believe.

Remembering Victor's words of advice, Cocotte no longer waited for the sisters' conversation in the palace to end.

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