Bab 528: Chapter 401: A Beautiful Yet Cruel World

In the heart of Magic City's Central Park, by the quiet bank of a small river.

"...

They have been scattered by the wind, lost to the ends of the earth

Some stories remain unfinished, let's leave them be

Those emotions, with time, have become hard to discern as true or false

Now, here the overgrown weeds thrive, where once flowers bloomed

Lucky, to have had your company through the springs, autumns, winters, and summers

They must be old now

Where are they?

...!"

The ethereal sound of a heavenly voice kept echoing in his ears; not just the delicate girl at the end of the path across from him, but also the dozens of black-clad bodyguards behind him, each listening intently.