You prompted me to provide a translation using a specific glossary and to naturally fix paragraphs. Here’s the translated text:
A nervous threat escaped my lips, and Seldra grinned at me.
I knew it was a provocation.
That’s why my “voice” urged me to stay calm.
“Kanami, calm down. Right now, Seldra is just fighting seriously—”
“I’m fine, Rustiara. I’m calm. I’ll definitely overcome Seldra’s ‘ordeal.’ And I’ll save them. I’ll save the ‘Thieves of Principles’ I couldn’t save a thousand years ago. That’s the story of a ‘protagonist’…”
And that is Rustiara’s story as well. In other words, it’s a story for both of us.
As long as we keep reading, we will be “proven.”
“Ka, Kanami…?”
I was anxious that a concerned “voice” responded.
Seldra, standing before me, spoke again, as if to interrupt me.
“Is it fun talking to Rustiara like that?”
“Who wouldn’t find it fun talking to the person they love?”
“An instant answer. But is that truly Rustiara? Isn’t it just a convenient ‘hallucination’ only you can hear?”
“She’s here. Rustiara’s Magic Stone is here. Her soul truly resides within. Rustiara’s ‘voice’ isn’t a delusion. I’m just listening through the ‘connection’ with the Magic Stone.”
“You listen, and you’re listened to, hm? That’s why you can’t speak your true feelings, isn’t it? I thought perhaps in this world it would be different, but it seems not.”
Seldra looked around.
While I expected only accusations and provocations, his words were mixed with precise checks, like a scientist.
“I see. So, it’s because the Magic Stone is connected to the ‘world’ that beings in separate locations can recognize each other’s gaze at the same time. Or, more accurately, it’s connected to a ‘soul sanctuary’ that has lost its physical vessel?”
“………!”
“You’re still being watched, even at this very moment. So, Kanami, will it be like this forever, until you die? …Tell me, Rustiara. What do you think?”
It was here that Seldra, for the first time, addressed Rustiara with genuine seriousness.
Rustiara, standing beside me, faltered, her gaze shifting from me to Seldra.
It was as if the one facing the “ordeal” was not me—
“Seldra, that…”
“Seldra. That is the ‘happiness’ for us two. We will continue to live happily even after the story ends. We have reached the ideal end of a single story.”
I immediately spoke for her.
Hearing this, Seldra, with an even more pitiful expression, stated clearly:
“I understand this… and I understand you. You two are out of sync. That is Rustiara’s joy, not yours.”
“………!”
Rustiara gasped upon hearing this.
I had reached my limit.
No, I had passed my limit long ago.
That “final battle.”
When I fought Hidaki, I had already become unable to stand again.
—Yet, the reason I’ve been able to stand until now is thanks to “Rustiara.”
But Seldra’s vibration was precisely trying to nullify her “voice.”
This is no time to be putting on airs.
It’s no time to be holding back.
Even if that’s Seldra’s intention, I have no choice anymore—
“Admit it, Kanami. You two misunderstand the meaning of ‘happiness’—”
““My and Rustiara’s feelings are mutual.””
““Of course, it was painful at first.””
I interrupted him, talking over his words.
That, too, was my true feeling.
A loud voice, finally able to reach the “world” next to me.
““Rustiara” died, so of course it was. But we were able to recover little by little. I believe that the heart which can stand up again and again is the most important thing. We properly stood up, were able to look forward, and came to find joy in every day. We truly overcame the ultimate battle by combining our strengths.
“W-Wait. When did you, by what means—”
“Yes. Finally, we reached the satisfying ‘final page.” So, what follows is a happy epilogue for the ‘protagonist’ and ‘heroine’ who overcame hardship. There is nothing else. In the world we saved, in the Allied Nations, in the story, our tale will continue. It will be truly peaceful, joyful, and happy days. Yes, with all my heart, I believe it, and it’s written here. ‘—Ah, the boy and girl have finally overcome the ‘final battle.’ A month later, the two of them, having overcome suffering and sorrow, were able to laugh from the bottom of their hearts. And after another month, the boy and girl will likely return to their days of ‘adventure.’ Certainly, much was lost. But there’s no reason they can’t restart towards a bright and new future. From now on, we will weave a story together with Dia, Maria, Snow, Reaper, Rainer, and ‘everyone.” That is the story chosen by the boy Kanami, and the story desired by the girl Rustiara—’ it’s already written in this book. The happy days waiting in our future.”
Without missing a beat, I read it aloud in a rapid-fire pace, matching his energy.
And in my only usable hand, I held “Rustiara Fuziaze’s Journal.”
Cornered, I chose a book instead of a sword.
It was a kind of prophecy.
Since Tiara and Hidaki could no longer write it, I had to “write” the future prediction myself.
Originally, the “final page” read, “—Forever, Rustiara Fuziaze will continue to dream.” Following that were overlapping blank pages.
So, two weeks ago, before Diplakla, I used my ‘future sight’ and skills to inscribe a new story there.
The presentation of this reading was so abrupt and fast that both Rustiara and Seldra were stunned.
“……Eh?”
“Kanami…!”
Rustiara, who had only woken up a week ago, and Seldra, whom I had just reunited with, knew nothing about this. Only Diplakla knew the continuation.
So, it’s understandable. It’s difficult to express happiness solely through words. However, fortunately, I have a way to express it.
Smiling as if I were truly happy, I murmured.
“H-hah, ahaha. —Magic [Reading Shift].”
He skillfully turned the pages of “Rustiara” in his hand with just one hand.
This reading magic was still under development.
It was the first thing he had tackled after the ending, yet it had been continuously put on the back burner.
—However, to make the stunned Seldra and Rustiara see it now, he would hastily complete it right here, right now.
The image of the magic that projects books into reality was, as expected, “Reading.”
But if it was just magic that simply conveyed information of “Past Sight” and “Future Sight” to everyone, it would be meaningless.
What was important was to make them read it properly from beginning to end.
And to have the reader add just one sentence.
The name of the magic that allowed everyone to “Read” my “Written” story was… I didn’t have the luxury of time to think of anything else, so it was provisionally named [Reading Shift]. …Ah, this is fine. This is good enough.
—With this magic, [Reading Shift], I will end the “Ordeal.”
There was only one reason why the development of this magic had been neglected until now.
It wasn’t a matter of physical condition.
The problem was that the “Lingering Desire” of constructing “Thief of Principles” with this single magic would collapse unexpectedly.
It was too strong. It was too unfair. It wasn’t fair.
It was like magic used by a god.
Even when confronting the remaining three “Thief of Principles” of blood, nothingness, and dimension, I felt that magic was cowardly. I froze its development midway—that was the reason.
But Seldra taught me.
Relying on magic is not cowardly at all.
Everyone is living earnestly, wanting to take shortcuts.
If you say that choosing your methods out of consideration for others is “arrogant,” “not earnest,” and “a troublesome matter,” then I have no choice but to use it. I wanted to be at ease from the start, too.
Therefore, with this magic, I will bring an end to Seldra Queen Philion.
“—But, it’s okay, Seldra. This book doesn’t just contain me and Rustiara. Don’t worry, you are also one of the characters. Others include Fedelt, Kuuneru, Diplakla, and Sis. If you read it, I’m sure you’ll understand the meaning of the word ‘happiness’ for everyone.”
Let’s read it, project it, and show it.
—To you, who will go ahead, two months from now.
If I project and show you the “fun,” “fun,” “fun” days that await Seldra in the future, in this deep sea, then everything will be over.
“Your ‘Lingering Desire’ will also be fulfilled. In the Allied Nations one month from now, you and I will cooperate in the reconstruction efforts. A new ‘Senate’ will be rebuilt around Kuuneru, and you will be reinstated as the commander-in-chief of the country, delivering what you once desired to Snow—” “May the war cries shake the world’s injustice!” “May the shattering sounds resonate!!”
To the narrator’s voice, the listener desperately shouts back in opposition.
Suddenly, the scene that was about to be projected in the deep sea blurred.
It tremored, distorted, cracked, and then the beginning of the story of the magic [Reading Shift] was erased.
It seemed that the “Dragon’s Roar,” augmented with the power of the “Incantation,” had propagated throughout the deep sea.
However, with that reckless increase in magic power and roar, Seldra was visibly tiring out.
“Fi-finally… you’re starting to show your true colors…! Haa, haa, but as long as my voice reaches, I won’t allow even ‘Past Sight’ or ‘Future Sight’! My resonant vibrations will decompose all your magic!!”
“—Magic [Reading Shift].”
I strengthen the magic.
A little tremor or two won’t disrupt the story I wrote.
I will now refine the magic construction into something even sturdier and more perfect.
However, this is clearly an act that further familiarizes me with the magic stones.
“…Ugh.”
I groaned slightly.
Basically, the powers of “Reading” and “Writing” utilize the “Magic Stones of Tiara and Hidaki.”
These magic stones are items that, if possessed by an ordinary person, would cause them to be Cursed, go insane, become Monsters, rot away, and return to “Demonic Poison.”
Being able to familiarize myself with them is a special technique, granted by the blood connection of being siblings.
Therefore, inevitably.
My vision wavers.
Trauma assaults me.
“So what—”
But with mere trauma, the brother created by his sister, “Aikawa Uzunami,” will not be shaken.
Above all, I am also “Aikawa Kanami Christ Eurasia Valt Fuziaze Von Walker,” the hero to Rustiara.
I am the “Protagonist.”
This is the new “Aikawa Uzunami,” freed from Hidaki and Tiara—
That resolve is reflected in the magic [Reading Shift].
It begins to push back against the “Dragon’s Roar” that is interfering with the magic.
The deadly vibrations imbued with the unattribute “Incantation” stop abruptly the moment they touch my magic power.
“—What the!?”
Seldra was surprised by that unreasonably powerful force.
The magic [Reading Shift] is a visibly complex and fragile “Spell Formation.”
It doesn’t have a single attribute; it uses multiple magic stones to form an artistic, knitted pattern.
Despite facing the fact that his “Dragon’s Roar,” which only thinks of destruction, is being overwhelmed by such fragile magic, Seldra does not falter.
“But I knew that too! To push you to the brink means pushing myself to the brink! —’Drink the sinful blood’ and ‘the sin-darkened seeds are hungry,’ ‘vomit forth, oh vibrant souls’!!”
“Incantation” upon “Incantation.”
A no-holds-barred clash began.
This new “Incantation” is something I have never heard before, even with all my memories.
“Kuh, Seldra…! That ‘Incantation’ is—”
“Yeah, it’s my special custom-made one for you…! The unattribute ‘Price’ basically makes life boring! Joy and sorrow, fear and curiosity, everything loses its freshness! But this special ‘Incantation’ doesn’t just make things boring! I will turn my back more and more! My sins will grow heavier! But—! So what? Who cares! Even if everything becomes insignificant to me anymore! Stillllll—! ‘Drink,’ ‘Drink,’ ‘Drink’! ‘Devour,’ ‘Devour,’ ‘Devour’! ‘Vomit,’ ‘Vomit,’ ‘Voooooooooooomit’!!”
Furthermore, Seldra began to add more “Incantation.”
To a point of no return, without any hesitation.
Gradually, the attribute-less vibration began to push back.
A roar of the soul.
It was fitting to describe it that way.
And then, desperation. A soul’s shattered cry, unlike mine, without any thought for the consequences.
Strong. Truly, a strength that could reach the gods.
Above all, in terms of resolve, Seldra had completely surpassed me.
“Dragon’s Roar” was overwriting Magic [Reading Shift].
Deadly vibrations reached even me.
“Kanami, remember. Not a book. Not magic, but with your own power—”
“R-remember…?”
A voice that resonates in the soul is truly a powerful thing. Unable to ignore the vibrations, my heart instinctively moved as the words said.
—What flashed in my mind was right after overcoming that “Last Battle.”
Me, before reaching the chair at the Eleventh Crossroads.
That day too, I was at a loss, unable to bear the grief of losing Rustiara.
I didn’t think of meeting my companions. I thought Maria, Dia, and Snow might be crying similarly, and I didn’t want to show them my pathetic state.
So, I wandered. To Another World, alone. Wandering through the town.
Despite so many people, a loneliness as if no one was in the world. Despite the vast sky, an encroaching sense of stagnation. The feeling of being lost and crying in a large department store as a child. No “Family” would ever save me again.
I continued to search for Rustiara’s figure. Not wanting anyone to see me crying, I made myself invisible with magic. Despite it being Another World, I decided I wasn’t there. I should have been the only survivor. Yet, I was like a ghost. A pathetic soul, wandering.
“That! Do you think that’s ‘happiness’…!? It’s just ‘suffering’, isn’t it!?”
“‘Happiness’…! Yes, I believe so. Because I won. I was the only one who survived…!!”
I am “happy.” As if to “prove” it, I gripped the book in my right hand tightly. The memories of Rustiara written there were all “nostalgic,” “happy,” “joyful”… “cherished.” Ah, not “cherished,” but “CHERISHED”! That alone, without the unnaturalness of Skill “Writing,” could be written clearly!
—”I cherish Rustiara!!”
From Rustiara’s will, which I cherished, I learned what she sought. Even after the story ends, the two would be together… Even if they were separated by death, their souls would be together…
Aaaah…! There is nothing… nothing as “happy” as this! Furthermore, those “happy” days will continue forever and ever!!
Seldra… Why don’t you understand that “happiness”…? It’s you alone who understands me now…?
It’s a shame. However, Seldra will understand soon too. With Magic [Reading Shift], which will surely end this “Thief of Principles,” it’s over as soon as you read it…! Please, read it. My “failed magic” is gradually changing. It’s gradually approaching true “magic” that will surely end even “me”…! It’s the prototype for “magic” that can make everyone “happy”! I want to share the promised wonderful “happy” days with Seldra—!!
“Kanami, look at the Skill values… Towards the back.”
The voice that resonated in my soul was layered. Unable to overcome its volume, I instinctively obeyed.
Acquired Skills: Parallel Thinking 1.00, Split Thinking 1.00, Convergent Thinking 1.00, Retrograde Thinking 1.00
Sensation 3.65, Divine Magic 1.29, Martial Arts 2.82, Pseudo Martial Arts 1.00
Qigong 1.01, Breathing Technique 1.00, Spear Arts 1.11, Archery 2.01
Throwing 1.99, Command 1.87, Army Command 1.02, Military Strategy 1.01
Plotting 1.00, Rearguard Technique 1.89, Observational Skill 1.67, Appraisal 1.03
Far Sight 1.89, Optimal Action 2.01, Encouragement 1.15, Provocation 1.00—
These were the talents I, who had no talent, acquired in this world. Only, towards the bottom—
Cryptography 1.00, Decryption 1.00, Acting 10.34, Writing 1.00—
That one was exceptionally large. The Skill value, which should rarely move 0.01 in twenty-four hours, was going up and down by 0.01 every 0.01 seconds. Even now, it was visibly fluctuating.
“…Huh, ‘Acting’?”
I had never seen it before. And it was a terrifying movement of numbers. This phenomenon could not be explained by Hidaki’s Magic Stone simply adapting. Such a fluctuation of Skills is abnormal. It’s impossible for an ordinary soul. Unless, for example, the soul has cracks—
“Natural-born actors are scary. They somehow mess with their true selves and their true feelings.”
“I’m not acting… I’m not. Because my father and mother said I wasn’t suited for it… They abandoned me, saying I was bad at it…”
“Everyone, including you, is a liar… After living a life like ours, and going through that worst ‘Last Battle’, there’s no way you could be ‘happy’, is there? You are ‘unhappy’, and nothing has been rewarded.”
“H-haha… Now, of all times. Ah, haha…”
Seldra’s words resonated. More than any words up to this point. They shook my soul, strongly and deeply.
Did I have a natural talent for “Acting”? That means, all along, I had been using “Acting” instead of “Writing”? No, was I “Writing” while “Acting”?
As I realized this, Skill “Acting” began to peel away. The “happy/unhappy” days brought by Magic [Reading Shift] receded for a moment. The [Reading Shift] and “Dragon’s Roar,” which should have been in a stalemate just moments ago, had been completely decided.
The deep sea is dark, cold, and simply painful.
The only “Voice” is Seldra’s vibration.
“…Rustiara, can you hear me? From now on, I, Kanami, the ‘Thief of the Principles of Dimensions,’ will end the ‘Zeroeth Ordeal.’ Only I, who can genuinely torment Kanami, can overcome this. …More than anything, this is my responsibility for killing you. Please, just as I acknowledged you, acknowledge me too.”
Saying so, Seldra moved his gaze.
Where it landed, was Rustiara’s figure, which should only be visible to me.
And then, she looked back at Seldra and nodded.
“Rus—Tiara…?”
Rustiara’s soul turned towards the other party.
More than anything, Seldra’s words cornered me.
This makes it seem as if I am the “Villain” and Seldra is the “Protagonist.”
That absolutely cannot happen. There is no such thing as the “Zeroeth Ordeal” in this story. I made a “Contract.” I am Rustiara’s “Protagonist.” If I don’t “act” that way, I can’t stand. I haven’t been able to get back up even once since my defeat by Hidaki. A “Protagonist” always needs the “Voice” of the heroine. I need “her.” I can’t let go. I love her. I absolutely don’t want to lose her ever again. “Rustiara,” “Rustiara,” “Rustia—”
Seeking support, I turned my eyes to “Rustiara.”
Immediately, she looked back at me.
However, she said nothing.
She seems to be watching us, trusting both me and Seldra, without saying a word.
I know.
Rustiara has these kinds of aspects.
If her soul decides to “trust and remain silent,” then no matter how much “Parallel Thinking” I use, I won’t be able to hear her “Voice.” If I could, it would already be “auditory hallucination”—
“Se—Seldraaa…. How dare you… do this to me…”
And so, my true feelings finally spilled out.
My own voice, in its raw form, was so hoarse it surprised even me.
“Seldra, it is *your* ‘Ordeal’ that is ending, not mine. …Just go back to your ‘fun/painful’ days. You too, ‘fit within Rustiara’s story’—”
There is no longer any support.
Then, it can’t be helped.
This is what Seldra himself wanted.
So, with my true feelings, respond with true feelings.
To someone who fights to live with all their might, fight to live with all your might in return.
With an “Incantation,” respond with an “Incantation”—
“—’The count of sinful lives shall revert’—”
I respond.
Finally, I uttered an “Incantation” of dimensional attributes.
Instantly, I felt a strong gaze on my back.
By my calling out, it seems she has connected completely across dimensions from the “Another World” to here. As usual, seeing my valiant figure, she provides magic power—for some reason, her gaze shows a hint of surprise. But she will provide the agreed-upon magic power. …If not, I won’t allow it.
And then, another gaze.
The “Original World” also found my soul and reacted to the “Incantation” trade.
The “Another World” and the “Original World.”
Successfully, by establishing a double “Incantation,” I am seriously amplifying my magic power.
“—’To the projection drawn at that furthest end’—”
In return, what I pay is “Constriction.”
A “Curse” attacks me, and my feelings for “Rustiara” deepen further.
Because I don’t want to be apart for even a moment, I begin to re-enact and re-write myself to be the “Protagonist” worthy of her.
As “Rustiara’s Protagonist.”
As “Rustiara’s Protagonist.”
As “Rustiara’s Protagonist.”
The more I pay in “Constriction,” the more my ability to perform on the stage increases.
My script progresses, and I even receive magic for stage direction from the “Seating area.”
It was a trade with only gains. It was a trade that broke the rules.
The more I “Incant,” the more invincible I become.
Then, with a click.
The swaying of the deep sea stopped.
Not only Seldra’s vibration, but the sea itself, I brought to a halt.
The deep sea began to emit a faint, purplish light.
Thanks to that light, it became suitable as a screen to display Magic [Reading Shift].
With just one “Incantation,” I sent out enough magic power to permeate the entire sea, equivalent to a single star.
The simultaneous trade with two worlds was, by any measure, abnormal and sinful.
That is precisely why the price was immense, and it can no longer be stopped.
” ‘I swear to atone for all my sins.’ —Curse Technique [Level Up].”
The remaining magic power is converted into “Qualialess nerves.”
These are the “Threads” that Hidaki used. The “Purple Thread” of a different color emerged from my sleeves and began to swim through the deep sea like the tentacles of a soft-bodied creature.
As a start, the “Purple Thread” touched my left arm, which had been “solidified” for a long time, infiltrated it, and created a “Connection.” It’s a vulgar virus that combines magic and science. It allows for “adjustment of new rules” and “misidentification of souls,” but they are processed by infecting them with the “Purple Thread” and then cutting them off like a lizard’s tail.
My body is now perfect.
But still, I have an excess of magic power.
In the deep sea, I changed my posture as if doing a somersault.
Slowly, I began to fall towards the bottom, headfirst.
During that time, I continued to convert magic power into “Purple Threads,” extending the tentacles overflowing from the sleeves of my arms and legs.
Countless “Purple Threads” began to erode the deep sea.
Seldra, upon touching one of them, sensed what I was doing and intensified his vibrations with further “Incantations.”
“—! ‘Sip the blood of the deeply sinful,’ ‘Let the darkly sinful fruit be full’!”
Seldra swung his arms and wings as if trying to shake them off.
The “Purple Threads” were torn apart and shattered the moment they touched.
As expected of Seldra.
Even if he cannot “see” them, he can detect them the moment they interfere.
Though it hurts a little, I do not flinch and continue to proliferate more and more “Purple Threads.”
“—’Even if it means the end of this world, I will always’—”
Seldra must be terrified. For him, this is a distant and “Unknown” “Another World.” In the dark deep sea, countless invisible “Purple Threads.”
Seldra’s psychological state is conveyed through the Skill [Reading].
A shiver ran down my spine, a chill from the bottom of my heart. I felt reverence. Strong emotions were my most coveted delicacy, yet I regretted it. Kanami’s dramatic change, something I had continuously pursued. Facing this long-awaited moment, for some reason, my body trembled from its core, a cold that wouldn’t stop. I, the ‘Evil Dragon’ who controlled the world’s tremors, felt a primal fear. Through Kanami, I finally understood the meaning of the ‘evil god’ from the teachings I was drilled with in the village—
The Thief of the Principles of Dimensions, upside down, like a giant jellyfish sinking into the deep sea.
Infinite tentacles extended from the bottom, trying to grasp me from all directions.
Seldra felt a sense of crisis and unleashed another ‘Dragon’s Roar’ towards the tentacles.
“Wait, Kanamiiiiii—!!!!”
At this point, the next fight would be an interference match between ‘Dragon’s Roar’ and ‘Purple Thread.’ It would be a direct confrontation, backed by the immense magic power from an ‘Incantation.’
As I fell to the bottom of the sea, I watched and continued to weave this struggle.
“—So, ‘Let me save everyone’—”
After finishing the incantation, I felt a slight sense of nostalgia.
When had I sworn this?
I think it was when I fought Titty behind the labyrinth.
What was I thinking when I chose such an ‘Incantation’?
For some reason, I remembered Ragune, my other half. Her mirror-like nature. Did I wish to be true to myself, even when Hidaki toyed with my head and Tiara manipulated my fate?
Many thoughts crossed my mind. But none of that mattered anymore. All that was important was Rustiara. I only thought about reclaiming Rustiara, feeling only Rustiara, and copied and pasted ‘Rustiara’ ‘Rustiara’ ‘Rustiara’ in my mind, multiplying them to find solace. Rustiara had always smiled at me. Her beautiful hair swayed, captivating me, and she always saved me in this painful Another World. The more I chanted, the more I could concentrate solely on Rustiara, which was Rustiara’s comfort. As long as I was Rustiara’s Protagonist, I felt Rustiara was by my side. As myself for Rustiara in Rustiara, Rustiara is Rustiara—
“—’Shouts break the world’s absurdity’ ‘Quakes break the world’s absurdity’ ‘Shattering applause’—”
“—’I love Rustiara’ ‘Rustiara and I are in love’ ‘Therefore, our feelings are one’—”
There was no significant difference in power between Seldra’s ‘Dragon’s Roar’ and my ‘Purple Thread.’
Therefore, it became a contest of endurance through ‘Incantation.’ Whichever side faltered even once would be dominated by the other. It was an interesting match, but the Price paid felt extremely unfair. The more ‘Adaptation’ I paid, the more Seldra frowned with anxiety. Conversely, I felt completely at ease with ‘Constriction,’ a smile forming on my face.
The unfair endurance match lasted for about tens of seconds. The end was beginning.
“Ah, it’s bright… Like Christmas…”
The torn ‘Purple Thread’ shattered into pieces, becoming dimensional magic power and drifting in the sea. It was the Original World, yet it rained down like magic snow unique to Another World. The quantity was extraordinary. I, who originally boasted near-infinite magic power, failed, regenerated, and failed again using Magic [Reading Shift] to project memories onto the sea. Furthermore, the magic power gained through the world’s most dangerous ‘Incantation’ expanded the ‘Purple Thread,’ only to be shattered, regenerated, and shattered again. The once pitch-black deep sea was filled with a faint purple light.
Thanks to Dimension, I could perceive the depth, breadth, and height of the light. Now, all the seas of the Original World were glowing. The sea surface shone with an ominous light, like in a world-ending movie. The seven seas were completely dyed, and then a purple curtain descended towards the sky, shimmering. Perhaps because it contained the remnants of Magic [Reading Shift], it wasn’t entirely irregular, projecting a small Magic Circle. It was a scene reminiscent of Shaka Hōkan Jin. I imagined that the people of the Original World were now trembling at the abnormal stellar light phenomenon. Furthermore, the countless ‘Purple Threads’ that could no longer fit in the deep sea were now ascending into the sky.
You may be frightened, but rest assured. All of this dimensional magic power is under my control. So, projecting a little light magic onto the purple curtain that has reached the ground is nothing special. Those who see that purple light, have it reflected on their retinas, and send signals to their brains will undoubtedly be mesmerized and stop worrying. —It’s alright, everyone. I won’t interfere with anyone anymore. The Foreigner will leave soon. Because this is not Rustiara’s world.
“—Magic [Spotlight]—”
It was possible for me, who had chanted, to cast a light magic targeting a single star. It was thanks to the Magic Stones of the Thief of Principles within my body fitting in. I was becoming the Star Principle Thief in name and reality. As a result, the deep sea had transformed into a magical realm. It was incredibly bright, with countless ‘Purple Mirrors’ floating, making it feel like being inside a kaleidoscope. Reflected at the center was the black Evil Dragon. Seldra’s limbs were more enlarged than when we fought on the beach. He was covered in scale armor to counter the ‘Purple Thread.’ He roared a ‘Dragon’s Roar,’ continuously moving his wings and tail. Ah… What a terrifying sight… When you think of dragons, they are probably the most popular ‘villain’ in stories. And to confront this black Evil Dragon, only a ‘Hero’ would do. Speaking of ‘Heroes,’ they are the most popular ‘Protagonist’ in stories. From now on, it feels like nothing but a hero’s tale of ‘dragon slaying’—
“—That’s good. As expected, I am Rustiara’s Protagonist—”
Falling upside down, I felt relieved and read Seldra’s ‘final page.’ The thickness of the page caught between my fingers was no longer there.
Ia! Ianamin. White crystal.
