Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

first.

Uzma developed a body that wasn't truly her own.

It's more like the illusion that it's a toy in someone else's hands.

I looked down.

Under a thin veil.

It was a scene of "battle damage" that was almost unbearable to look at closely.

Colorful and vibrant.

It was exceptionally ambiguous and alarming.

Even the shrine maiden herself gasped in shock upon seeing it.

Her movements also startled the high priest who was standing nearby.

Under the watchful gaze of the priestess.

The high priest before him had gone through a similar process to his own.

From bewilderment to shock.

Then, subconsciously, one looks at their own body.

immediately.

Her face was flushed.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

They both saw something similar in each other's eyes.

to be frank.

It started last night.

Both the high priest and the witch regarded each other as their "rivals".

after all.

The divine messenger will have to leave sooner or later.

Then.

Who will be the one most beloved by the Divine Messenger?

A strange competitive spirit suddenly ignited in the minds of the two key figures of the tribe.

however.

Later on...

That competitive spirit has completely disappeared.

It turned into relief.

Fortunately, there were two of them.

Fortunately.

otherwise.

It's really hard to say whether they'll wake up now.

What if I end up lying in bed for two or three days?

That would be incredibly embarrassing.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

suddenly.

They each gave a smile.

I've finally let it go.

"Ugh."

"I never expected this."

The priestess struggled to sit up in bed.

This simple action really took a lot of her energy.

I felt cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.

She was even able to laugh.

"Sister Mingling."

"You're even bolder than me."

"The way she acted last night was so captivating that I almost lost control."

The high priest originally wanted to quickly return to his dignified demeanor.

I was caught off guard by that comment.

I suddenly couldn't hold back anymore.

"Uzma."

"Don't talk nonsense."

She lowered her head.

then.

He suddenly froze.

His smiling face froze.

The high priest raised his hand.

He pressed his hand to his chest.

"what happened?"

The priestess glanced at her.

That expression changed so quickly.

The high priest bit his lip slightly.

she was.

I can no longer sense the emotions belonging to the divine messenger.

That vast, gentle ocean.

It simply disappeared.

This signifies the complete end of the anonymous pact.

also.

It signifies the arrival of parting.

The high priest had been mentally preparing for this all along.

I originally thought...

I am ready.

But I never expected it.

When this moment truly arrives.

That emptiness and sense of loss.

It's still so painful.

Perhaps it was because the desolation on her face was too obvious.

The priestess was stunned for a moment.

As if she had thought of something.

Suddenly, he exhaled.

Said.

"You and I should both know this."

"The world where the Savior resides is different from the space we live in."

"Those spatial rifts, according to records, only appear once every hundred years. Now, they're almost over."

In other words.

After those spatial rifts disappeared.

The savior will eventually return to his own world.

And they.

Ultimately, they all have their own responsibilities.

Unable to follow.

The high priest gave a muffled "hmm".

The priestess slowly stood up.

He put on his clothes, calculated for a moment, and said,

It was already evening of the second day.

"I gotta Feeling."

"The Savior has achieved his goal and may have already left."

"Ah."

The high priest's dejected expression became increasingly apparent.

"Let's go."

"Perhaps the Savior left us a message or something."

"Furthermore, the future of the two tribes also needs to be re-planned..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Uzma's voice also stopped.

half an hour.

She sighed softly.

Feeling down.

In fact, it's no less than that of the high priest.

Even if you pretend to be strong.

at the moment.

I couldn't continue speaking.

At this moment.

Uzma had high hopes.

I wish I weren't a shrine maiden.

Perhaps we can use every means at our disposal to find a way to get to the world of the Savior.

But right now.

She was a shaman of the Youchi tribe.

Too many people need her.

and so--