Perhaps what Lanci hoped for was that she would remain silent like a nonexistent phantom at this moment.
The lines in her prompter should have been almost finished by now, but since she no longer followed the script, she just quietly watched the words drift away in her view, turning a blind eye.
In a little while, perhaps she should also exit the stage, as this play will draw its final curtain.
Even so, she still believes in Lanci.
"We are certain we can find our place among the stars."
The eyes of the Demon Race Governor gradually became hazy,
"If we pursue the past, we can only sink into illusions."
As he finished speaking, he seemed about to succumb to the pull of the god of sleep,
"But while I am still awake, I want to savor every minute and second."
Lanci placed one hand over her chest, and with the other hand slowly reached for the Half-Witch's cheek again, yet seemed never able to reach her side.
