Snow covered the mountain village, and on days when the cherry blossoms were not in full bloom, Hatsu returned her old wish to stay here. She hopes that Sakurako can forget her and forget her vengeful past.

It's a pity that the copper coins she threw were made of evil, so how could she pray to the gods for her wishes?

Before she first left, Sakurako recited a Buddhist phrase, and white snowflakes fell on her.

She'll keep waiting, it's just that no one will come back.

When she first walked out of the door, her figure gradually disappeared in the growing snow.

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Humanity has not returned to Earth, I don't know if they haven't received news from B3068, or if they've been lost in the boundless universe, or if they've found a new habitable environment and aren't ready to return.

In short, humanity has not returned to Earth.

This lonely planet is still lonely, silent, adrift in the empty starry sky.

The only difference is that it is already green, and new life has covered the ruins.

When she first arrived, her surroundings had become unfamiliar, and she was supposed to have returned to the city where she once lived with B3068, but this place was not what she remembered it to be.

Green vines and shrubs clinging to the cracks in the buildings and the road, and traces of the past can still be seen on the roadside, but they are all too dilapidated. Like the wreckage of a car, a rusty water hydrant, or something.

At the beginning, with his own memory, he walked down the road.

She passed by the church in the ruins, and for some reason, the church bell was still well preserved by the time, and in the occasional wind, it would still sound like a thick and sacred bell.

She stood at the door of the chapel for a moment, until another bell rang and she entered.

There was hardly any change in the church, the scattered benches, the light falling from the windows on both sides, and the frescoes on the walls, the colorful glow of the moor.

There was still the stand in front of the mural, and the heavy book was placed on the stand.

At first, I vaguely remember the contents of the book, which tells the story of a villain created by the will of God who became a messenger, just like her origin.

When she first walked to the book and opened it again, she realized that it was the book that had a follow-up.

The follow-up wrote:

"Until the wicked carry the sins of a world, God's will gives the wicked a choice, allows them to leave, and promises to give them all the good and the happiest of lives. But when the door to new life is opened, the villain makes a decision that is incomprehensible.

The villains chose to stay because the sin was not gone.

The wicked is made a wicked because she bears sin, but whether she is really a wicked person, or whether those who are innocent are holy and noble, no one knows.

Oh great Lord, if there is anyone who prays for the wicked one, if only to make it less of the punishment you have given for its sins, if not, allow me to pray to you here. ”

I don't know who wrote this follow-up, but theoretically there should be no one left in the city.

Chu gently closed the book and didn't dig deeper, believing that staying would be the right choice for the villain.

Because that might be a kind of salvation.

Hatsu stood silently in the church for a while, then walked outside through the light that fell on the ground. After all, she didn't come to pray, but to meet someone.

Following the memory that was not clear, she walked for a long time, and finally found the cottage on the grass.

The furnishings inside the hut were still the same as before, except for some dust and the marks of time.

At the edge of the house, the giant war robot was still lying there, carrying the life that had grown on it.

At first she walked down the path in front of the hut, and at last in the middle of a meadow she met the man she had come to see, an old friend of hers.

B3068 sat there quietly, his eyes did not have the pale green glow he had when they first met, it was even more dilapidated, after all, I don't know how many years had passed, and even the parts on its body had rusted to the point that they were not in shape.

Chu looked around, but couldn't find the painting that she left here when she left, probably because it was blown away by the wind, who knows.

In short, if you can't find it, you can't find it.

Sit down at the beginning and be by the side of B3068.

It was getting late, and she looked up and saw the stars in the night sky, the most beautiful view of the ruins, at least at first.

With a look of nostalgia in his eyes, Chu slightly leaned sideways and leaned on B3068's shoulder.

"Hmph, hum~"

In that hoarse voice, she gently hummed the tune from memory.

The shallow wind rattled the blades of grass, and the light hum was hoarse in the wind.

Until the early morning of the next day, the old robot ushered in the sunshine alone as before.

This night, Chu returned its company.

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The City of Fog is always so mysterious and beautiful, especially its riverside, where the cool river breeze always blows people's hearts.

The misty river is so romantic that it has almost become a mecca for young people to date.

Of course, for some old people, this is not such a romantic place.

Once upon a time, corpses and blood would flow along the river every day, but that was a long, long time ago. Nothing left of those days.

However, the old church on Second Avenue should be regarded as one of the few things that has been left behind by time.

Whether it is the church or the old priests in the church, it can be called antiques, and almost no one remembers when they started there, and no one knows how long they have been there, only that at least nearly a hundred years have passed.

The church was empty, except for the old priest, who could not hear much, standing in the cubicle of the confessional.

A man came in from the outside, dressed in a wide black robe, and silently entered the compartment of the confessional, only a window away from the old priest.

She seemed to repent but said nothing, she just stood there quietly, with a window covering her cheeks.

It must have been a while later, and another person walked in from outside, and the church was really lively today, and there were actually two people who came to pray.

This time it was an old man with pale hair and a cane in his hand.

His name was Lawrence, and he was an old acquaintance of this church, and for many years he would come here to pray, and he would always read the same message.

Even the old priest probably already knew him.

The old man, Lawrence, sat on the pews of the church, closed his eyes as usual, and spoke.

"Dear Heavenly Father, I thank you for sending your angel to redeem me while I was still a sinner. Now that I am old, I will continue to pray. I pray for you to give light to the messenger, I pray for you to clear the messenger from his confusion, I pray for you to forgive the messenger for his mistakes. I pray to you, Amen······"

The old man prayed, and there was no sound in the church except his low voice.

In the confessional, two men listened to his confession.

But one of them cannot hear, and the other cannot speak, neither of them can forgive him.

In the silent church, the messenger stood behind the window of confession and returned God's forgiveness to her.