We Are Each Other's World

One is a quiet, cool White Tiger Saintess, the other a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted half-demon swordswoman. When they first teamed up, they understood what the other was thinking without needing to say much. Seneya would share her smoked beef sandwich with Lilika. Lilika would complain, but her hand was always quick to take it. On night missions, Lilika would always “happen” to carry a glowing magic stone on the outside of the group. “I just happened to have it.”

They thought life would go on like that, getting better little by little amid the everyday routine of fighting monsters, eating barbecue, arguing, and making up.

But this world is never gentle. Shadows lurk beneath the Holy Sanctuary’s light, and two wars tore everything apart without warning. The White Tiger bloodline spiraled out of control, nightmares left their hands stained with blood, and their foster father lay near death... One after another, they fell to the lowest depths.

At their most desperate, Seneya held the trembling Lilika tightly and whispered, “You’re not a monster. You’re my Lilika.”

And in the dead of night, Lilika would light the stove, take Seneya’s trembling hand, and keep her company as they baked that rye bread that always came out burnt.

War brings suffering, but true salvation lies in the apple trees growing from the ruins, in the light left on for one another in the dead of night, and in every ordinary moment when they reassure each other, “I’m here.”

This is the story of two girls who use the most ordinary days to piece by piece bring each other back from the abyss.