Suddenly I noticed that BlackRose was shaking my body.
Her face was right next to my forehead.
I tried to get up in a hurry, but there was a pain in my right arm.
“Kite? Are you okay?”
I took a deep breath and stood up as slowly as I could.
We were in the deepest part of the area. The dungeon just before the small room where Harold was.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said as I looked down at my body.
There was no abnormality in my PC body itself.
But the thing that had always been on my right arm, the bracelet, had disappeared.
I realized it since my wrist was bare.
A strange loneliness passed through my heart. Should I call it hopelessness? Perhaps it was selfishness.
The bracelet had been too heavy for me. I sometimes complained that the bracelet was too much to handle in my hands.
“We lost our trump card…” BlackRose muttered.
I was thinking the exact same thing. I felt like BlackRose had hit the nail on the head.
“But the enemy also lost Cubia. The only remaining enemy is now Corbenik,” I said, trying to hide my inner agitation.
“And we have Aura. There is definitely a way to beat the final wave.”
Was that really so?
I didn’t know.
I couldn’t find any other way to defeat Cubia. It had been best to break the bracelet. I had no choice but to think so now. God could be defeated without a hammer.
And I had no choice but to protect Aura.
Balmung, who seemed to have read something in the corner of the room, turned around.
“Kite, BlackRose. I got a chat message from Helba. It seems to be urgent.”
When we went to Net Slum, all the members were already there.
Helba and Wiseman were exchanging something in a corner of the square.
As we approached, Helba noticed us and nodded.
“A data reaction that seems to be the last wave has been detected. Immediately after you defeated Cubia.”
Wiseman took over after that.
“The enemy is probably quite upset because you defeated Cubia. As a result of the consultation, I decided that now is the chance of a lifetime.”
“A chance…” I muttered. The right arm felt lonely.
“Yes, I’m going to press for answers at once. I will contend for the final all-out war against Morgana Mode Gone,” Wiseman said powerfully.
“But wait.”
A merchant NPC, who looked the same as Lios, interrupted Wiseman’s words.
It was Noguchi, the only surviving member of the Pig Squadron. He was participating in the operation on behalf of Lios.
“We were monitoring the fight between Kite and Cubia. Did you see it too? The bracelet shattered into pieces,” he shouted.
“The bracelet is the only countermeasure against non-specification data. It’s not sane to have an all-out war without the bracelet! You guys are all the same as our leaders.”
He seemed to swallow the words “becoming unconscious.”
“Rest assured. I have two plans. Perhaps you could say it’s insurance,” Helba said.
“First, instead of losing his bracelet, Kite completely freed Aura. Aura is on our side. With her power, we could counter the system – maybe.”
“Maybe? Maybe, you say?”
“One more thing…”
Helba laughed heartily after saying that.
“Let’s stop. It’s not like you’re talking to a system administrator.”
As I listened to their interactions, I suddenly felt some kind of understanding in my heart. I didn’t know why. I suddenly realized why. There was something like an answer to the question I had been thinking about.。
“Excuse me. Can I have a minute? Helba…”
I raised my hand.
“Yes?”
“What is Morganna Mode Gone?”
The place calmed down. BlackRose looked at me with suspicious eyes.
“What are you talking about now?”
“What I’m saying is that there is a source material. In other words, it’s dealt with in the Epitaph of Twilight.”
I continued.
“Because I think it’s odd. There were eight phases. Those like Skeith and Innis have their names in the Epitaph of Twilight. Cubia is not named directly, but a remnant of him appears at the bottom of the Keel Mountains. And yet, there is no Morganna Mode Gone. Anywhere.”
Helba looked at me.
“Interesting. Continue.”
“What if Harold, the creator of The World, sought an ideal in the game? It’s not just his daughter Aura. It must be his beloved Emma. It was Harold’s wish to recreate the family he always dreamed of.”
BlackRose frowned.
“I don’t know what you’re saying. What are you getting at?”
“I see. In other words, you want to say this?” said Wiseman, who had been silent until then.
“Morganna Mode Gone is Emma Wieland.”
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