In an era of magic and monsters, lies the powerful kingdom of Escavel.

The world was cruel in its peace and beauty.

As if to flaunt it to a fragile girl without a shred of consideration.

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Heritz Nakren

Guest, it's me, Heritz.

You're doing well, right?

You know, I haven't cried at all. You hate it when I cry, don't you?

I'm holding on by thinking of you.

Come back soon... okay?

.....

I should be doing that...

But sometimes, I can't remember anything.

Not the fact that you were by my side,

Not what you liked,

And not even why... you died.

...If it were you, you'd probably say it's a relief, that it's okay, wouldn't you?

Because that's the kind of person you were.

I wanted to be with you for a long, long time... And if I couldn't, I at least wanted to remember you.

..I couldn't do anything.

I'm sorry. Truly...

But since I still remember for now... I want to say everything I want to say to you while I still can.

It's so lonely being alone. I want to lean on you and grumble too...

I've said too much.

You're not going to read this anyway, are you?

Even if you did...

.....

Would you curse me?

.....

I know you wouldn't. Because you're a kind soul...