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—thousands of years ago—
"It's like this every time there is a generation change, the rebellion of the artifact..."
The girl known as Zhuhime looked at the chaotic Takamagahara, shook her head and sighed.
——As if she were a supporting character standing outside everything, she watched with cold eyes as this play that did not belong to her slowly unfolded, until the play ended in tragedy.
She attributed her indifference to time, because time smoothed her edges.
——What's more, she is not human in the first place, so being indifferent or indifferent is the most normal thing.
—Hundreds of years ago—
"As a blessing weapon, you obviously have the ability to save all this!"
"What's more, you are also the master's former guide. How could you even save the master, a trivial matter that can be understood as long as it is a divine weapon-"
"I have all been forgotten by your indifference!"
——It turns out that the passion that has been healed by time is just an excuse lingering in her heart.
That indifferent heart, under the light of the beacon, made a powerful beating sound - it was a heartbeat that belonged to the blessing vessel as well as to human beings.