In a stopped world, only the cleaners move.
　Her calm demeanor was very nostalgic.
　Watching from behind me as I spoke was the exact same scene as it once was.

'Do you finally believe me?　My words.

　A thousand years ago, a crazy language spilled out of a beautiful figure, but now it's the opposite.
　A scratchy voice characteristic of the Blood Puppet echoes from her throat, spinning out an orderly language.
　I'm confused by the change, but I manage to squeeze out the question.

''Ki, you ......, how did you end up here, a thousand years later?''
'Homecoming'. When I heard that my hometown was back to normal, I rushed over.
'No. ....... Your home is not like this .......

　It's hard to say not to.
　After all, I couldn't bring her to earth.

''I am one of Helmina-sama's disciples. You are at least allowed to be here. Don't you think so?

　And I can't shake my head at that either.
　That's what I think too.
　It's because I think it's not only permissible, but even appropriate, that I felt it was too convenient for her to appear now.

　That's why I'm convinced it's none other than the work of Kanami, the one who stole the reason for the dimension.
　Instead of Kanami, who has stopped rolling up the book, the cleaner concludes my life.

"--Your real 'unfinished business' is that you couldn't understand the 'happiness' of your loved ones.

　The 'answer' came from Kanami ahead of time.
　Thanks to that, I'm fully aware of it painfully, but furthermore, the cleaner chewed up the meaning and explained it in a way that was easy to understand. It was a bit like when he was taking classes from Helmina, and it felt a bit nostalgic again.

'You didn't want to understand, exactly, did you?　You were smart enough to know that if you understood that, you wouldn't be able to achieve your 'happiness'. Above all, I never wanted to admit that the hateful Romis understood the 'happiness' of the person he loved better than I did.

　I can't say this back either.
　There is no doubt that there was some rivalry against that man.

'People around you were reaching out to save you from your excellence many times. But you didn't listen to them and came to the 'Goddess Storage Room' by yourself and complained about hell, hell, hell. You even started pretending to be crazy just to be with the one you love.

　My heart is being uncovered.

　I was prepared to be hunted down by Kanami.
　But I didn't expect to be told by my old 'childhood friend'. Honestly, it was close to a surprise attack. I can't even fool myself, let alone deny it, and my mind wanders.

　My brain boils. My vision is stagnant. The ground is soft.
　I've been going back and forth between various scenes from different times with dimensional magic, and I don't even know when, where and with whom I am anymore.
　But regardless of my condition, the cleaner continues to talk.

...... We were really off.
　Your 'favorite person' was 'the person I want to be with for the rest of my life'.
　But Helmina-sama's 'favorite person' was 'someone to connect our research with'.

　That story is why I couldn't 'relate' to Mr. Helmina and became an agent.
　It was also the reckoning of Fafner Helvirshine's life.

'If you have different likes, even the 'happiness' your soul seeks is different.
　Your 'happiness' was 'If you're with Helmina-san, that's all you need'.
　But Lady Helmina's 'happiness' was 'the salvation of all the souls on this planet'.
　Your 'world to save' was 'The city of Fania with Helmina-san'.
　But Lady Helmina's 'world I want to save' was 'the planet where the circulation of souls doesn't work'.
　We've been communicating with each other, but we haven't been able to talk to each other for a long time.

　It was so out of place that there was no way to save it from the beginning.

　I was told that, and finally it was hard to stand.
　I reached out to the cleaners, clinging to them for support. She speaks as our hands meet, hand in hand with each other, right under my nose.

"...... In the first place, I can't be 'happy' if 'I in your world' is saved. I wanted 'me in my world' to be saved.
Ah, ah, .......

　I couldn't say a word back and I had to sob.

　My head has been hurting ...... for a while now.
　I don't know what she's saying anymore.......
　I wanted her to save me from my world......?
　But I don't know anymore what kind of you I am, who you say I am .......
　I don't know ...... anything, but I do know that I've been living in a selfish, self-centered world for a long time. That's very regrettable, painful and sad .......

'Don't look at me like that. ...... This degree is a common occurrence. The world is different for everyone. Honestly, Helmina is the only person who was on the exact same wavelength as you.

　Saying that, the cleaner took his hand away from me.
　In his hand, he held the magic stone of the white shining Apostle Sith.

''It's at .......''

　Before I knew it, it was stolen.
　I reached out to get it back, but I couldn't muster up enough strength to reach it.

　The cleaner kept his distance and turned his gaze to Kanami. He held out the palm of his hand with the magic stone of the Apostle Sith on it and hung his head reverently like a priestess in the service of God.

'Come, Guru, ....... Give him true salvation. Here he is, the soul who was the most 'fortunate' yet most 'unlucky' soul in that Fania. His name is The Evil Dragon of Helllight.

　Kanami, called the guru, glares at the cleaner a little unhappily, then slowly holds out his hand that is not holding the book.
　The cleaner and Kanami join hands and let their hearts go through the motions.

'Yeah, I know. If we're going to save the boy from that day, we need to correct this misalignment. Even if it is against the logic of the world, I will not hesitate anymore. As long as I can reach it, I will extend it. --I've decided to keep stretching.

　Here, for the first time, that Kanami's expression breaks down as if she is masterful.
　She shows a pained face, as if she was cornered, but what seeps behind those black eyes is an unwavering determination.

　Now, the 'one who steals the reason for the dimension' was prepared.
　It's a good thing that you're able to have a good time with them.

' -- 'The future and the present can connect, the present and the past can be connected' --'

　Chanting.

　It's a 'spell' that borrows magic power from the world.
　It's not necessary for Kanami, who now has a magical amount of power that rivals that of a god.
　However, Kanami, with a desperate look on her face, composes a continuation of the poem.

"'Till the time comes when the world (you) will remember...'

　The magic power increases.
　The magic power that was divine was increasing even more, and it felt like my brain was being invaded just by watching it. The volume of Kanami's magic power was increasing in a variety of ways, complex and multi-layered, to the extent that even the expression "other-dimensional" was not enough.

　All of it was thick.
　The sludgy, undiluted magic power was so poisonous that it reminded me of the name 'Demon Poison'. Kanami's expression, standing in the middle of it, was distorted and distressed. She's paying for it by dissolving something important with 'Chanting'. It's because I can tell that's what I'm asking.

'Nah, what ......, Kanami-san ......'

　I didn't understand.
　I had more than enough magic, but collecting more?
　What are you going to do now that you've gathered magic beyond the gods?
　In a world where that firecracker is gone, what use is there for that magic power?

　-- "The One Who Steals the Reason of Dimensions" Kanami rolled up the last page (・・・・).

　Surprisingly, the magic of reading the book 《Reading Shift》 advanced.
　An arbitrary and extensive 'past vision' is set in motion, infused with even more magical power.
　The air of the still world trembled, and sounds began to be heard--


"-- Mr. Fafner (・・・・・・)


　It resonated.
　It was a familiar sound.
　The moment it passed through my ears, my whole body trembled.
　Goosebumps appeared as if an invisible hand had stroked my back, and my mind was painted completely white - no, completely black. All the questions that had been stuck in my head were blown away with just one call, and all thoughts were interrupted.

　-- my head was blacked out and I couldn't think.

　But I thought I knew what was going to happen.
　After all, that's what I've been praying for, hoping for, and 'dreaming' about since I was a kid, many times.

　I could only turn around in anticipation.
　There was the past me, trying to crawl towards the mass of flesh sinking in the center of the 'Goddess Storage Room'. Standing behind it, like the past me, I call out the name of the 'one and only doomed person' beyond it.


''--Helmina-san,''


　It's all I ever wanted.

　--I just want to hear her voice.

　If that's all that matters, then nothing else matters.
　It's not a matter of "regrets", it's a matter of "dreams".
　It's a 'dream' beyond regret.

　An inhuman moan can be heard from the mass of flesh submerged in the pool of blood.
　Helmina-san was trying to tell me something.

'Wa, I ha--■■■■ flesh and blood■liquid■that which steals (・・・・)' (・・・・) to be 'happy (...)' (・・・・), and 'happy (...)' (・・・・) to be ■counting ■place no--'

　The meaning, I could read it.
　It was like a 'miracle' written in a religious book.

............!

　I had been waiting for that "miracle" for a long time.
　The reason why I wanted to join the rationale stealers, even if it meant pretending, is because I thought that this miracle might happen.
　The reason why I've been working hard as an agent for the 'blood thief' is because of this moment - that's why I can't just accept it.

''Gee, it's an 'auditory hallucination' ......!　I didn't hear Helmina's voice after all. I didn't understand a single thing she was saying. Until the last minute: ......!

　Bouncing away so, I turn my gaze away from Helmina-san.
　However, out of the corner of my eye, there's Kanami, hand in hand with the cleaner, staring straight back at me.

''So I know (...) she's here. Right now, I'm connected to her, an expert, by 'thread', and I'm updating the magic of translation, the New Reading, and adapting it to the History Book of Fania: ......

　It was a magical explanation that was hard to understand.

　But when I was told that I could understand (...), all I could remember was the janitor's crazy antics.
　The more I talked to her, the more I couldn't understand her words. But I found out from the stories I didn't have that it was due to a certain law-based technology that was the 'madman's manual'.
　In the first place, she had been entrusted with communicating with the 'Fiends' and 'Blood Fiends' who were sacrificed in the 'Seventh Magical Research Institute', and she had succeeded in raising them successfully.

　Kanami, who gained the knowledge of an expert who continued to learn a particular language, continued to tell me.

'Thanks to her, the language gap is gone. From now on, with my real 'magic', there will be no more time gaps. It's ...... so you can tell her just one word.
Can I just tell you one thing: ......?
After that last battle, I realized "After that last battle, I realized that I had added a little bit of 'hope' to bring about a better final page. That was my real 'magic'.

　I was told the details of the real 'magic' that would be the trump card, from his own mouth.

　I knew it, but Kanami's "past vision" and "future vision" were only a side effect of her original power. The "Dimensional Decisive Operations (Dimension Graduate) 'Realize'" and "Dimensional Decisive Operations (Dimension Graduate) 'Prequel (Recall)'" that I hear about have a real life beyond that.

''-- 'I swear I will atone for all my sins, even if it's the end of the world.'

　Towards that main mission, Kanami is repeating 'chanting'.
　All of the magic power that was just floating in the air began to have a little directionality.
　Moistly, the paint disappeared (・・・・・・・・・・) as if it was seeping into the world (・・・・・・・).

''Hah, hah, hah--''

　Kanami propped herself up on one knee and began to breathe on her shoulder.
　If the cleaners hadn't put their hands together and hadn't been able to support her, she would have fallen.

　It was a horrible story.
　Kanami, who had survived that last battle and now looked like a god, was on the verge of collapsing with only his magical build.
　That Kanami, whose level had almost reached 99 and possessed a divine magic power, was on the verge of reaching 99.

'Fafner, this is a 'magic' that won't last that long: ....... So don't make a mistake. The real you, the real word ......, never make a mistake ......!

　Just one word.
　The "magic" of writing just one more word to an eternal story is entrusted to me.

　And then the book with the bookmark in between is opened.
　In my blurred vision, as if looking into a kaleidoscope, the rest of the story begins.
　In front of me, I can hear my voice from the past, accompanied by the sights and sounds of what once was, even the voices and smells.

"-- 'Fafner Helvirshine' fell to the lowest level of the research institute, with both of his tendons slashed in both limbs. He cried tears of blood and slammed his head against the cobblestones, his grudge growing.
'-- There is no more religion or science here ......!　One is gone: ......!　d*mn ......, d*mn it, d*mn it, d*mn it, d*mn it ......!
　The curse is heard in front of her eyes by 'Helmina Neysha', a longed-for victim of the curse.
　She is saddened in front of her apprentice, who doesn't understand that she is 'happy'. However, her body has already turned into a lump of flesh and her voice cannot be heard. The only cleaner who could understand how its master felt was desperately trying to stop Fafner, but his voice was also unreachable. In the depths of that hell, even though the three voices were intermingled, they never overlapped -

　It was exactly the same scene as when I meditated before I fought Kanami.
　However, the memory was accompanied by a texture through magic 《Reading Shift》.
　Most importantly, Helmina's voice was completely different.
　A translation was made, and I finally begin to hear it.

"--The lump of flesh sinking in blood hears Fafner's wailing and tries to squeeze out his voice. Even if the voice is no longer human. It desperately tries to somehow deliver the voice.
''-- unagi■ blood■ blood■ ghost■ zaa■, ■■ blood■ gigi■ blood■ ■■ worm■ devour■. It's different blood. ...... It's different (・・・・・). Now, you are the Fania itself. So there's no need for you to cry about it. As long as you are there, that's already the religion, the science, the hope--'

　What hadn't been reached a thousand years ago was finally about to be delivered.

"--Because, unlike me, you are a very 'strong person'. Someone like that Tiara-sama, who can keep moving forward and forward. Please use this power of mine, use it as a stepping stone, use it as a cornerstone, and head towards the future--
　Helmina tries to push her own apprentice back.
　But it never arrives. It's all too late. After all, all Fafner hears now is the sound of an incomprehensible, insane voice. Hence, all that came back was a lament, question upon question.
'Ah, aha, aha, ....... Why, why ......?　Why?　Why can't the world be saved?　How is it that you can't be saved like this: ......?
　I can't get through.
　Fafner was saddened by what sounded like the person he loved was only looking for salvation.
　Seeing the disciple, Helmina is forced to realize her mistake. She mourns and grieves just as Fafner did.
'Oh, aha, aha ......, aha ....... I'm sorry, there was so much more for me to tell you ....... And yet, I only thought about my salvation and not about 'your world' at all. I can't believe that you needed me to be like this: ....... That you would cry for such a disgusting and worst researcher (me). ......!'
　Helmina also begins to 'regret' herself for not understanding the feelings of the person she loves.
　But it's also too late. Recovering decent feelings now would only increase the despair. The 'blood-stealer' transformation that was supposed to be atonement and salvation was only becoming hell in the truest sense of the word.
　The inexhaustible flow of blood from the skin beneath Helmina's peeling skin supplied the earth with an inexhaustible stream of blood. Fafner, who witnesses it, is also enveloped in despair and clings to the religious book.
But please don't give up, Helmina-san ....... There is still salvation. One day, that 'great savior (Magna Messiah)' will come to save you. So, until then, never give up on your heart: ......
　Fafner took the "Scripture" of the "Monumental White Faith" and gave the words "The Great Messiah (Magna Messiah)". When he heard that, heat lit up in Hermina's soul. She let out a voice that was squeezed out of her soul, trying not to make a mistake just there.
'Mr. Fafner, that's the only difference ......!　When I met you, I was saved. When you told me that day that you would be the hope for the 'demons' who were sacrificed, my life was saved!　Without a doubt, you were the 'savior' of 'my world'!　...... Oh, yes. It was. The 'Great Savior' (Magna Messiah) I've been looking for all along was you!　That's what I should have told you at the end of the day: ......, and yet ......!
　Helmina realized her own failure and continued to tell Fafner, 'Don't cry anymore ......', but her voice was not heard. Again and again, she hoped that her voice would be heard, over and over again. But it never reaches her, so at the end, Helmina prays.
　She moved her gaze from Fafner, who had dipped her hair in a pool of blood, up a bit.
　To the pitch-black, empty space, not wishing, but praying--.
'Oh, God ....... If ......, if you're really there, if you're really there--'

"-- 'I swear I will atone for all my sins (・・・・・・・) (・・・・・・), even if it's the end of the world (・・・・・・・) (・・・・・・・・)' --

　When I prayed to God, the 'answer' came back from the air where no one should be.

　Of course, the one who answered was Kanami, the 'one who steals the reason for the dimension', a thousand years later.

　A thousand years ago and a thousand years later.
　The two dimensions overlapped, and Helmina's last prayer was delivered word for word without any difference. Kanami responds to it with 'chanting'.

' -- 'Let me save (・・・・・・) everyone (・・・・・・)' --

　Now, with all the strength I can muster.
　Kanami, the one who steals the reason of dimension, reaches out to save the souls that cannot be saved.

''--Magic (...) "Dimensional Decisive Operation (Dimension Graduate) "Revive

　To draw a better final page, that real 'magic' is set in motion.

　--and fits (...).

　The 'Helmina Neisha of a thousand years ago' who is supposed to be seeing God in the air of nothingness.
　The 'Fafner Helvirshine of a thousand years later' who is just reading about the irretrievable past.
　Their gazes, which should have been misaligned, meet through Kanami's 'magic' (...).

Ah, ah, ah .......

　But it doesn't speak well.
　We now know the true meaning of the true "magic" of the "stealer of dimensional reason".
　Now, the gap has been corrected. It's because I understood that a single word can overcome time and fate to reach you that I can't find the words to say.

　If one word arrives, what should I say to Helmina-san?
　Want to save Ms. Helmina......?
　But she has already been saved.
　Helmina likes ......?
　But I can already tell you that I love you.
　I want to continue to be with you ......?
　It's just that the meaning of the word "together" is not with her.

　I was troubled by the one word I had to tell her - and what came to my mind was the 'daily life' that I spent with Hermina-san in Fania.

'Ah, ah, ......'

　The 'answer' has already been given.
　All of the conversations we've had with Kanami up to this point have been a "mirror" reflecting me.
　Through Kanami, I saw the good times between me and Helmina.
　The fun days of Helmina and I.
　It's a good thing that you can't get away with anything but 'happiness'.

"Helmina ......, Ms. ......

　When I was a little girl, I admired Helmina and walked around behind her.
　We were on different paths, but I worked hard at my studies, hoping that one day we would stand side by side. She taught me many things: theology, literature, history, folklore and biology. We talked a lot together in the same room.

　Along the way, there were many hardships, such as the "witchcraft" experiment.
　But I overcame all those hardships. And I was able to stand on par with Helmina-san. We worked together, drawing on each other's strengths. Sometimes we would debate without sleeping to share our knowledge with each other.

　Every second of that was fun for me. ......
　It was really fun and 'happy' .......

　I truly believe that.
　That's why I want to make sure.
　The word for that naturally fell out of my mouth.

'My story is ......, did you have fun ......?'

　I asked him if the 'fun' wasn't off.
　Definitely, I was (...) having fun.
　But what about Helmina-san, I wondered?
　In response to that question, she--.

"-- it was fun,
　Helmina replied to the empty space.
　Her innate faith made her believe in that 'miracle' even though it was a thousand years ago.
　Believing that her voice will one day reach them like 'magic', Helmina tells them.
'I loved research. So it was really fun and a very 'happy' time to connect knowledge with you--

　From the side, they would both be talking to themselves.
　It would be a crazy conversation that no one could understand.
　But even so, now, it is true that 'Helmina Neysha from a thousand years ago' and 'Fafner Helvilshain from a thousand years later' had a conversation.
　The feeling was mutual.
　It turns out that even though there were many gaps between the two of us, we had the same sense of enjoyment in our studies.

　-- research was fun. And with me, it was even more so because it was with me.

　I could see that, too, and the blood in my body was boiling.
　It was a boil of joyful blood.
　Of course, it wouldn't be the kind of 'happiness' that would stay with me for the rest of my life.
　But it was more than enough 'happiness' to drown out the 'insecurity' that had been hanging over me for so long.

'Me too ......, it was fun ....... I had a lot of fun talking with you, and it was a lot of fun talking with you. Thank you so much, Helmina, .......
"--yes. I'm the one--, there is-- and ----.

　The time that we met was a moment.
　Mr. Helmina quickly lost sight of me.

　And then, in a world a thousand years ago, she began to face my grief of the past.
　But then, things had changed a bit. Even if it was in hell, Helmina-san seemed to have regained her 'happiness' for sure.

'Oh, ......'

　It was a moment, really.
　It was just a little bit of hope.

　But the strength drained from his entire body.
　With the weakness, my knees collapsed.
　I fell on my buttocks and looked up at the heavens.
　My breath was warm.

　Me and Helmina-san were two people who really didn't get along.
　But that fun feeling was the only thing we had in common.
　It was a common feeling we both had.

　I just knew it.
　Nothing else has changed.
　But the voice I kept pretending (...) to hear was definitely this one.

　I move my body with no effort and slowly remove my gaze from Helmina-san.
　On the way, I heard the past me speak to Helmina-san, who was submerged in a pool of blood.

"Not yet. I haven't had enough 'trials' for me yet. -- it says in this scripture. Chapter 1, verse 7: 'Trials are the fruits of hope. They will always leave you with proof that you've moved on to tomorrow.' So, go to ......!

　Really, that's the wrong answer.
　The whole "ordeal" thing ended a long time ago.

　I was the symbol of hope.
　I was the proof that we are moving on to tomorrow.
　I was the savior of Helmina's life.

　When I acknowledged this, the transparent limbs that are characteristic of ghosts faded further.
　The magic power that has been bubbling up from the depths of my stomach since the day I was transformed into a 'demon' finally stagnates.
　You can feel the blood in your body evaporating and your flesh unraveling and being transformed into particles of magic power.

　Your regrets disappear.
　At the same time, the technique of "Elixir of Life" is also released.
　A thousand years ago, this was just a hypothetical rule.
　The body held together by the unrepentant can only disappear when it is fulfilled. That rule is now being tested by my own body.

　--I'm going to have to say that I understand the "happiness" of the person I love.

　So the narrator, Kanami, reads the last page.

'Indeed, the 'your world' of a thousand years ago was not saved, and cannot be saved again. There is no point in saving the 'world of your descendants' a thousand years after this one. -- only that it was properly saved. 'Helmina-san's World' was already saved a thousand years ago.

　I was saved by me.
　So, I didn't need a representative of the One Who Steals the Truth of Blood.
　I didn't even need to find the Great Savior (Magna Messiah).

'Yes ....... It was already all done, so .......

　And so it is told by me, too, and "The Story of Fania" comes to an end.

　--Kanami closes the book, "The One Who Stole the Reason of the Dimension".

　The book has passed the last page.
　It closes, and the scenes (pages) from "The Goddess Vault" from a thousand years ago disappear like a fog.
　Instead, the scene (page) of "The Goddess Vault" from a thousand years later remains.

　It's a beautiful room.
　No more blood.
　Neatly liquidated and cleaned out, there's nothing left.

　No, I had collected all the blood.
　Everything, including things that fit and things that were out of alignment.

　As compensation for that luxury, my flesh and blood has been converted into magical particles and is about to return to the world.
　At last, when I was about to make up my mind that my long life is over

'It's perfect. I've seen the trick somewhere, but this is a victory for the guru.

　The cleaner, holding hands with Kanami, muttered.

　Then she, who had been watching us the whole time, slowly begins to move.
　She removes her hand from Kanami next to her and speaks while receiving the 'History Book of Fania' in exchange for handing over the magic stone of the Apostle Sith.

'...... cleaner, there is no victory or defeat. It's just that it's over.
Either way, it's a start.

　Here's a link to ......?
　Now, the cleaner said, from here.
　I wondered what that meant, when the cleaner, holding The History of Fania in his hand, approached me.

　Reaching out a skinless hand towards me, he calls out.

"--"Neil,

　I didn't understand it right away.

　Perhaps a name.
　It's a name that shouldn't belong to anyone here: ......

　The cleaner smiles "happily" at me.
　As he says the name, he grabs my hand as I try to disappear.