"I'll leave this place tomorrow," Rolana said softly, her eyes bright as she looked at the Dragon Slayer. Reading at zero .

"I would go to Paranzas. I'll tell them what happened today!

I'll take this spear and the dragon's head with me. I will throw this evil, hideous head in front of their beautiful palace.

I'll step on this head and make them listen to me.

The city of Paranthas will hear it, and they will see their danger!

Then I will go to St. Quest, I will go to Atlantis, and I will go to exhort everyone to let go of their hatred and become friends of unity and love.

Because only when we are like this man and conquer the evil in our hearts can we defeat the evil forces that intend to engulf us!"

Lolana raised her hands in the direction of the sky and looked up. "Paladin!" she shouted, her clear voice waking everyone up like a trumpet.

"We call upon you to escort the souls of these noble knights who died in the Tower of the King of France.

Give us this devastated land, like the breath of their holy souls!"

Lolana closed her eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably. She no longer grieves for Stone.

Her tears were shed for herself, for the memory of him, for the sacrifice of her friend who had to tell Robert of it;

I am sad that I will not have the protection of this noble knight in the future, and I will live alone.

She slowly lowered the spear back to the altar.

Then she knelt in front of her for a moment, feeling Hubble put his arm around her, and Wade gently held her hand.

As if in response to her prayers, she heard the voices of the knights behind her, reciting their own verses to the ancient god Paladin.

Let this man return to Shuma's arms: let him soak up the sun, let his breath turn into music—and let him fly into the sky.

In that vast, indivisible sky, do you pack up your sojourn?

At the place where the stars are stationed, on the rainbow of the tomb where the sword desires, we sing together.

Let him rest in peace like a warrior.

In the midst of the song, above the song, let the endless serenity be his every day, let him sleep in Paladin's heart.

The last gleam in his eyes was to look at a holy place, a place where words could not describe the beloved and pitiful place, where time stood still.

The clouds of war are not covered in darkness and suffer like his dreams at this time, the world is bright and full of hope, Sir Shuma, escort him.

The last breath he swallowed, the aroma of wine, roses;

From the vanguard of love, the last man to succumb, Sir Shuma, escorted him.

Resting in the cradle of the sky from the sword of sincerity, from the innumerable battles;

On top of the crow's dream, he fantasized about seeing eternal rest.

No more wars.

Sir Shuma, escort him.

Only the eagle remembers the news of death in the land of the Fragrance and Darkness, and from the evening, from the place where consciousness has disappeared, we thank you, Sir Xiuma, for escorting him.

Let the shadow that he and Shuma stand side by side rises from the corpse, from the long night that will never fade;

From the heart that dwells in nothingness, we thank you, Sir Shuma, for escorting him.

In that wide, indivisible sky, are you ready for your abode?

At the place where the stars are stationed, on the rainbow of the tomb where the sword desires, we sing together.

Let this man return to Shuma's bosom: let him rest like a warrior in that vast, indivisible sky.

Let the last light in his eyes flash, no longer suffer from the dense war clouds, like his childhood dream.

His last breath rested in the cradle of the sky, above the crow's dream, and only the eagle remembered the news of death.

The shadow that had left him side by side with Shuma rose and slowly muffled in the wide, indivisible sky.

Slowly, solemnly, one by one, the knights bid farewell to the dead, each kneeling for a moment before the altar.

Finally the knights of Sorenia left the Palatine hall and returned to their cold beds, trying to close their eyes and rest before the morrow came.

Lorana, Hubble, and Tylo Kosy hugged each other, their hearts full.

A cold wind blew through the door, and the salute team stood in the doorway, ready to seal the catacomb.

"Karahan Hittori—El," Hubble said in a dwarven voice, wiping his eyes with trembling, calloused hands.

"Friends reunite with Leoaks. He reached into the bag and pulled out a fine woodcut rose.

Gently placed it on Stone on his chest, next to Albert's Star Diamond.

"Goodbye, Stone," Wade said awkwardly. "I have only one gift, you—you should take it. I- I don't think you'll understand, but, maybe, you do, maybe you know better than I do now. Tyrokosi placed a small white feather in the knight's cold hand.

"Kushalmerk-Ellayast," Lolana whispered in Elven language. "Our love is eternal. She stopped, unable to bear to leave him alone in the dark.

"Come on, Lorana," Hubble said thoughtfully. "We've said goodbye to him, and now we have to let him go. Leoaks was waiting for him. ”

Lorana stepped back. Quietly, without looking back, the three friends climbed the long staircase and left the tomb into the icy wind.

Far away from the frozen land of Solania, another man was saying goodbye to Stone Brightbred.

Sivanasti has not changed in the past few months. Although Rorac's nightmare is over and his body is buried deep in the land he loves, the land still holds the memories of this horror.

The air was filled with the smell of decay and death. The trees twisted in pain. Freaked beasts run through the forest, trying to end their painful lives.

In vain at the window of the Tower of the Stars, Albert waited for some kind of change.

The griffons were back—she knew they would come back as soon as the dragon left.

She was ready to leave here and return to the people of Atlantis.

But griffons bring troubling news, news of a battle between elves and humans.

It's a change from the past few months, it's a lesson learned from Albert's pain over the past few months, and she's saddened by the news.

If she meets Robert and the others, she will accept the news of the war between humans and elves, and even welcome it very much.

But now she knew that it was nothing more than a trick played by the forces of evil.

She should go back to her compatriots, she knows. Maybe she can put an end to this madness.

But she told herself that the weather was not suitable for travel.

In fact, she was terrified to see the terrified expressions on the faces of her people when they heard that their homes had been destroyed.

When they heard her father's promise to return to this place with the elves to rebuild their home after helping humanity defeat the darkness, she was afraid to see the incredulous expressions of her people.

Oh, she's going to get support in the end.

She had no doubts about that. But she did not dare to leave this place of self-exile and face the troubled world outside Sivanasti again.

Although she looked forward to it, she was afraid to see the human she loved so much.

The knight, his proud, noble face appeared in his dreams, and she shared his soul through the star diamonds.

What he didn't know was that she stood beside him and fought with him to clear his name.

Unbeknownst to him, she began to slowly learn about his noble soul, and its depths, and to share the pain with her.

Her love for him deepened day by day, and her fear of loving him gradually increased.

As a result, Albert kept delaying her trip.

I'll leave, she told herself.

When I saw a sign that I could give to my people—a sign of hope. Otherwise they won't come back. They will give up everything in despair. Day after day, she looked out the window and waited.

There was no warning.

Winter nights are getting longer.

The night deepened. One evening, Albert walked on the fortifications of the Tower of the Stars.

That afternoon, on another tower in Sorenia, Stone Breitbrad faced a blue dragon and a dragoon named the Dark Maiden.

Suddenly, Albert felt a strange and terrifying emotion that surrounded her;

It was as if the whole world had stopped. She cried out in fear and sadness, clutching the star diamond around her neck.

Heartbroken as the light faded and finally went out.

"That's my sign!" she screamed in grief, clutching the dim star diamond in her hand and shouting to the sky.

"I wish this was just a fantasy!

Albert gripped the star diamond tightly, letting its tip dig deep into the flesh, and ran blindly back to the room in the tower.

From there, she looked out at the dying earth. She sobbed and closed the window and locked it.

Let it be, she told herself sadly. Let my children bring about their own destruction in their own ways.

Evil will prevail, and there is nothing we can do to stop her. I would die here with my father.

That night she visited the land for the last time. She didn't care, putting on a thin cloak and walking towards a grave under a twisted old tree.

In her hands, she held the star diamond.

Albert threw himself on the ground and began to dig frantically with his hands.

Her hands rubbed against the frozen ground, and soon her skin broke and bled out.

But she didn't care. She happily accepted that it was a pain that was much lighter than the pain in her heart.

Finally, she dug a small hole.

Nurintari, the red moon, rose into the night sky, and the blood-red light mingled with the silver moonlight.

Albert looked at the star diamond in his hand with teary eyes and threw it into the cave he had dug earlier.

She forced herself to stop crying, wiped the tears from her face, and she began to fill the hole.

Suddenly, she stopped.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably. She hesitantly reached out and brushed the dirt off the diamond, wondering if she was grief-stricken and hallucinating.

No, a shimmer began to appear inside the star diamond, getting brighter and brighter under her gaze. Albert was slightly stunned, leaned down and picked up the shining jewel from the grave, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.