Faced with the questioning of the mask's phantom, the silver-haired old woman couldn't help but take a deep breath, gripping the armrest of the chair slightly, and firmly refused:
"I don't want it!"
"You don't want it, but it's not that you don't wish to have it, right?"
"I also..."
"Bekinsel, lying is meaningless. You can deceive me with words, but you can't deceive your own heart."
It seemed like talking not to an enemy but to a close friend. After gently calling the silver-haired old woman's name, the phantom of [Narration of Nonexistence] turned into a crow, flapping wings like smoke and lightly landed on her thin shoulder.
"From the first time I saw you a hundred and thirty years ago, I knew you were a person full of love, loving the wind and rain, the earth and mountains, flowers and birds, and your parents and friends... Your love for this world has never diminished, as strong now as it ever was.
