The darkness is slowly receding.

The cursed sun is never late, even today.

In the past, I never liked seeing that thing raise its head, which was unable to do anything under the cover of darkness.

But that’s alright. There isn’t much time left for that anymore.

Even if I disappear, if I can perish together with that hope, our Lord shall surely restore glory.

Child who is loved by that hideously ugly thing.

How has it been?

Did my trickery bring out laughter because it was too simple?

I felt the same way.

As I confirmed the many things …