"So, if the box can't be opened, then I am indeed dead."
As Raphael spoke, he struggled to use the clappers. After frowning, he awkwardly picked up the noodles and ate them like Ira... The taste was indeed very good, to the point that even an angel with little appetite would find it delicious.
"You killed yourself, releasing the soul within your body... and your mental image, along with the dissipation of your will, released its innermost parts, releasing everything you had deliberately restrained."
Raphael analyzed, with a terrifying wisdom beyond reason, dissecting Illa's "death trigger," saying, "That mental image has replaced reality, covering all the original rules. This should be the authority of the gods... This is the 'Kingdom of Gods.'"
Yinla didn't say anything, but instead took a sip of noodle soup.
"It's like you're having a dream, and when you wake up, all of this will return to your body, and I'll probably go in with you... I've already lost, lost to the heavy burden you're carrying."
Raphael said, looking at Illa who had finished her noodles, “You are neither the embodiment of chaos nor an ally of destruction. On that point… I acknowledge you, though you don’t need the acknowledgment of the losers.”
"..."
"To recreate the prosperity of this civilization is clearly a good dream..."
As he said this, Raphael paused, took a bite of noodles, and then, amidst the flashing red and green neon lights outside, said, "But there's one thing I hope you can understand."
"..."
"..."
A brief silence fell between them... It seemed that both understood that the other knew what the other wanted to say.
"There is no superiority or inferiority between civilizations, or between worlds; no one is a substitute for another... If you hold this view..."
Speaking calmly, Raphael added as Yinra sighed softly—
"Although the truth may be hard for you to accept, in the end... you will only feel disappointed."
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