The Sombra shattered, dissipating abruptly into Oran's hands as if it had never existed, leaving no trace.

But the flickering light of the soul, the light that contained the fierce beating of life and power, flowed and fished into Oran's body. Deeply attracted to them, these lost souls seem to have found a home.

And where does Orlan belong?

Sombra didn't just change and reshape Oran's body, giving him a qualitative leap in power. What's more, this ability to restore humanity and retrieval memories for the undead has the same effect on Orlan.

In a trance, as if a memory was torn apart, Oran's entire mind began to churn, and a sense of pain that made life worse than death exploded over all his senses.

Then there was the backtracking, and all his memories began to rewind sharply, and everything passed by him in a lot before his eyes. Maybe it's just a blink of an eye, but maybe maybe it's been a full sixteen years, and Orlan is back to the moment he first opened his eyes.

At this point, the memories stopped, and time began to flow normally again.

It's cold and snowy there, and it's bitterly cold there. Wind and snow poured in through the opening of the giant tree, and he was hungry, never so hungry. But now he was just a baby wrapped in swaddling hands and feet, and Orlan stretched out his hands and looked at his tiny fingers. Well, he can't do anything.

Until the light at the opening of the giant tree was blocked by a figure, Oran tried his best to hold his little head high, but he still couldn't see the man's face. He knew who this person was, but it was a pity that the powerless Orlan couldn't do anything. If he could, he wanted to tell the young old hunter to give up on him.

But after thinking about it, even if he did return to this time, I was afraid that the baby's cry would only make the old hunter think that he was very hungry.

So the old hunter brought him a bag of deer milk, and he drank it all, and he saw a smile on the old hunter's face full of stubble and frost.

Time has not stood still, and memories are still flying backwards...... It's a pity that Orlan didn't see his birth, as if he was deliberately shielded by some kind of force.

As the darkness faded away, Oran saw the peacefully dead figure in his arms. The twinkling eyes beneath her silver half lost their brilliance, but he knew that as the memories regressed, she would soon come back to life.

Time stopped again at the moment when she was opposite him, and she asked him if he wanted to extinguish the flames.

The dark red circular imprint in the sky flowed with the last of the light, and Orlan didn't speak, he didn't want to lose her again. Although she promised that they would usher in a new world, the hope and infinite softness in her eyes could not refuse, and he knew that this might be her last lie, the lie that accompanied her to sleep forever.

But it became a lie that he was the only one left awake.

Oran remembered the days when he was still ashes, and together with her the days when he broke the gods and extinguished the first fire. Even on the darkest and most helpless days, she waited quietly by that campfire for his return. Her shy smile, her bow, or her soft, scarred fingers on top of her head.

He knew that he would never be able to refuse such a woman who had given everything to him.

At this moment, he agreed to her long-cherished wish again, just to see her smile again, regardless of the collapse of the sky.

……

Oran was in the sacrificial arena, and he looked at the girl who was sitting on the steps, her name was Anri.

The familiar face softened his heart, and he could now be sure that Anri was the girl, and she had never changed in this life or in the next.

The only thing he regretted was that he couldn't get into her heart even in his memory.

She still had the sword in her hand, though Oran knew that the next time he returned, he would have to wait for Rudos, the severed leg, to hand it over to him.

Oran didn't leave, and now he doesn't seem to be bound by the fate of the Levy King, probably because of memories and illusions.

"You...... Your dagger, can I know its story? Oran couldn't control himself from approaching the girl.

Anri looked up and looked at Oran hidden in the armor without taking her eyes off, her eyes were very clear and transparent, but the turquoise eyes still hid the sadness and even despair that was about to overflow.

"Ashes...... My lord, if that doesn't get in the way of your mission, I'll be happy to tell you. Anri had a long-lost smile on his face, which surprised Oran a little, as if Anri had been waiting for this opportunity. This seems to be a little bit different from the memories of the previous life.

"This is my friend's sword, a friend I will never forget in this life and even in death. This was originally his sword, and then I exchanged it with him...... I just remember that I was angry with him and I took his sword with me. Until we met again and he asked me like a fool what my name was, and I told him that my name was Anri and that it was my straight sword. ”

She paused, as if waiting for Oran, Lord Ash, to react.

"Well, Anri's straight sword. And then what? What happened to you and your friends. Orlan spoke up.

"He left, and he said he had to have a mission to accomplish. At that time, I thought this would be my farewell to him. So much happened that I had no choice but to leave my homeland and wander to this land. Then it was Lord Ash that you saved me from that abyss, and I meant that I would never see him again...... After all these years, he doesn't seem to recognize who I am. ”

Two strings of crystal tears fell from the corners of Anri's eyes, and she looked at the ashes with infinite anticipation, what she wanted was his answer.

This is something Orlan didn't expect, this shouldn't be his memory, he wasn't the one who rescued Anri from the secluded church. Shouldn't she have escaped from there with that speechless man named Horace? Then they met for the first time on the path of the living sacrifice......

But what's going on, who is Anri's friend?

"This is your sword, please don't refuse again. It doesn't matter if you call her a straight sword or a short sword, she's yours...... It's always been yours. I'm leaving, Lord Ash. I don't know how long I've been waiting, I'm running out of time. Can I borrow your hand again if I can? ”

Anri took Oran's hand and placed his palm on top of her head, her shaking shoulders, sobbing sounds, tears pouring down her face.

Is this a memory? Is this a past life? Is this still a future that is already predestined in the dark?

Orlan didn't want to care about what the hell it was, he didn't want to lose her anymore, and he hugged Anri into his arms.

"Lillian, please don't leave me, I'm sorry."

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