"What's wrong?" Sonia was a little nervous.

"No, I was just wondering, when I regain my memory, does that mean that the me at this moment was killed by my past self?"

"Why do you suddenly want to engage in philosophical speculation now?" Sonia, whose nerves were tense, was very angry.

Denzel suddenly asked, "Are you scared?"

Ash thought about it and nodded: "Maybe."

"For example," Ash looked at Sonia, "Didn't you say that our real relationship might not be that of a couple? But now, I really regard you as my lover."

"Or to put it in a more direct way, without any ambiguity, and with my heart fully open - I like you now."

Sonia was startled.

"But if after we leave the cabin, our memories tell us that we are not in that kind of relationship, does that mean that the me who likes you now was killed by my former self?"

"Now that I think about it," Ash sighed, "memory is really a terrifying power."

"But you're just running away."

Everyone was stunned.

The person who spoke was Diya, who had just woken up from a coma. She had always been timid, but now she expressed her opinion very firmly: "The past will not disappear just because you don't face it. On the contrary, it is because of the past that you become who you are now. Living is a process of killing yourself. Knowledge kills stupidity, reality kills innocence, and silence kills voice. There is no point in escaping, because we are the result of the past now."

"In order to achieve our goals, killing ourselves is inevitable. Even if we start over, fate is a very harsh and narrow passage. We will have to give up what we once gave up in the end."

Ash blinked his eyes and said, "You make a lot of sense..."

"No."

Sonia looked at Diya, then at Ash: "If letting go of the past can make me better, then I would rather let go of the past. Compared to repeating the same mistakes, I believe that everything can start over again."

Ash was slightly startled, then realized that Sonia was recalling what he had mentioned in a casual chat before, "Let's go to the meeting to repeat the past mistakes and torture each other." He couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Who do you want to start over with?"

Sonia bared her teeth and said, "What do you care?"

At this time, Denzel put his hand on Ash's hand holding the door handle, "So are you all mentally prepared?"

Sonia was not to be outdone. She put her hand on Denzel's and said, "I'm ready to break up."

Diya reached out and placed her hand on Sonia's: "I...we are ready too."

"Well then..." Ash said, "Knight, lover, sister, lover...see you later."

The overloaded door handle was turned hurriedly, eager to see off the tourists.

The door of the cabin opened.

What comes into view is the golden rain that flows against the tide without changing for thousands of years.

When they stepped out of the wooden house, the glow of the countercurrent golden rain was reflected in their pupils, and the memory palace was also illuminated, and the darkness shrouded the wooden house disappeared.

The countless factors that constitute their personality, soul, wisdom, thinking patterns, and laws of action are completely awakened.

Everyone's pupils widened.

Opening wider and wider.

…

…

Inside the wooden house.

With Denzel's departure, the phantom of the Queen returning her memories also dissipated.

But the other three phantoms seemed to still be attached to the warmth of the cabin and did not leave immediately.

"I think what Diya said just now is very good, and I am worthy of it." The witch walked behind the viewer and said with a smile: "It is better to abandon what should be abandoned as soon as possible. It is useless to escape from the past. Under the arrangement of macro destiny, everything will repeat itself... Viewer, it is not too late to change your plan now."

The viewer ignored the witch, so she jumped and sat next to Sword Princess, trying to add an ally: "Sword Princess, what do you think?"

"I think Sonia is right." Sword Princess said calmly: "As long as we can get better, it's not a bad idea to abandon the past. I think we have had enough "interference", Observer, we should adopt a more cautious intervention strategy next time."

The witch was startled: "But I remember you were the one who was most opposed to the plan before—"

"This means I have killed my former self." Sword Girl closed her eyes.

"But aren't you jealous?"

"What am I jealous of?"

"Shouldn't you, who have been through so much, be the one who should start over?" The witch leaned close to Sword Princess' ear, and the sound of the 18th quartet was like a slippery tongue, plucking the confused heartstrings: "If it were you, you would definitely be able to do better than her..."

"You can regain everything you never had before: honor, spotlight, warm applause, envious gazes..."

"You will be walking on a star-studded avenge paved with flowers, not a bloody road paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood; you will have countless admirers who look up to you, not countless revengers who hate you; you can live a peaceful life like an ordinary swordsman girl, instead of becoming a -"

"You think I resent what I've been through?"

Sword Princess grabbed the witch's wrist and said, "No, I don't hate them at all. The mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood make me feel at home. Killing the Avengers is a stimulating activity in life. Peace, normality, and society are the top three words I hate the most."

"I enjoy every feast that fate prepares for me. It is because I absorb enough nutrients that I become so powerful."

"I don't need to make up for any regrets or reminisce about any remorse like a weak person."

The witch stared into Sword Princess' eyes: "You avoided my question - aren't you jealous of Sonya Servi?"

"Why should I be jealous of her?" Jian Ji's expression remained unchanged: "Although I am a little upset when I see her being so childish, at least she has grown up normally."

The witch stared at the sword girl closely, with a subtle arc at the corner of her mouth, and deep malice in her cloudy pupils. The sword girl, who was fearless, was a little nervous at this moment, and her hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword——

"Forget it." The witch quickly moved away from the sword girl and looked at the viewer: "Viewer, what do you think? Instead of letting the "present" grow slowly, why not let the "past" take its own turn?"

"Hmm..." The viewer said slowly, "I heard your suggestion."

"Hey!" Sword Princess stood up suddenly: "You don't want to give up halfway?"

“Of course I won’t give up halfway.” The viewer shook his head.

"What do you mean?" the witch asked, "Do you want to reduce intervention as Sword Princess said, or do you want to go straight to the end as I said?"

"What do I mean?"

The viewer tapped his fingers on the table. "What Ash meant is what I meant."

"The choice I made that day has been deeply engraved on my soul, distorting my perception and shaping my thoughts."

"My character, my consciousness, and my memory all exist to carry out this will."

"What do you mean by that?"

The spectator glanced at them coldly: "You, who are only phantoms of longing, are you qualified to question my decision?"