I had a dream.

A happy dream.

A dream where all my duties had ended, and I was with my comrades.

I visited Igrain’s elf village, shared a drink with Ain among the boisterous dwarves.

Images of Melissa teaching knights with her dignified presence, and Saint Elena praying in the grand temple, flashed before my eyes.

And there I was, wandering the beautiful continent of Astria with them.

Living, not as a girl burdened by strange memories imprinted on her soul, but as a girl from the continent of Astria, receiving all their affection.

If everything had gone normally, how …