Unofficial translation of .hack//Epitaph of Twilight

Author: Miu Kawasaki Artist: Asako Shiina

Translation: Xithyl_kykorl

Special Thanks to Endrance for helping with the Prolouge

Prolouge: Fragment

The curtain of night falls down, a thick fog blankets all. It was at this place called Alba Lake, which rests at the center of this world, enshrouded in a deafening silence. At the naval of the lake amidst the perfectly still watersー lies a cathedral which poses a myriad of questions. When was it built? For what purpose? Who made it? Why such a place? With its origins left unknown, here it stands in total isolation.

All that is known is the cathedral's name, Hulle Granz Cathedral.

Tonight, within this cathedral rumored to be of ancient times, an unprecedented meeting was to take place. Helba, queen of the dark, beckons. Apeiron, king of light, heeds Helba's call. The two greatest powers of this world, light and darkness, were locked in a seemingly unending conflict.

ーThey share a long history. Long before man was born, from a strong wind overseen by the twilight on the 10th month, the land and the skies birthed two spirits: Light and Dark. That was them. Right from birth, light and dark have fought continually for sole control of the regions. It was then that man was born amidst the conflict, but coexistence was impossible, as humans created shadow. Although they appear the same, man has shadow, while the spirits have none. Realizing this difference, mankind turned against those without shadows and persecuted them. Several of their companions were endlessly pursued, and others disappeared entirely. It once seemed that the struggle between the three would last forever... but the spirits’ defeat was inevitable. The reason being that spirits are seldom born, however, humans could reliably increase their numbers. So the spirits created a world for themselves far away from the humans, and since then, the conflict between light and darkness had calmed.

But what would drive the feuding leaders of light and darknessー even within this lull, to meet?

A calamity, known as the Cursed Wave. A calamity which threatened to erode their world, and pushed the spirits to the brink of annihilation. The Cursed Wave, literally in the form of a wave, steadily advanced, however the spirits had no means to fight such a foe. From where it comes, it swallows everything in its path, sweeping even the face of the earth before fading away.

Because the situation was so dire,

“I wish to speak with you about the Twilight Dragon, and the Cursed Wave…”

If the message Apeiron received from Helba was about anything less, Apeiron would not have heeded the call.

“It might be a trap.”

Apeiron’s adviser, Fili the White felt uneasy, however, Apeiron was prepared to leave for Hulle Granz Cathedral in spite of Fili’s concerns.

Helba claimed that the Twilight Dragon would save their lives from the Cursed Wave. Regardless of whether or not the dragon actually existedー because the wave was still alive, countermeasures needed to be taken immediately.

In this world, there’s a legend about the Twilight Dragon. A legend that spirits… and perhaps even humans know of. A legend riddled with uncertainty, but the spirits now had no choice but to believe in it.

“When the cursed wave doth rise, three shadow-bearing beings will depart in search of the Twilight Dragon that will save the world of the spirits.”

“…Ra.”

As if off in the distance, I could faintly hear someone’s voice.

“…Lara.”

This time it was very clear. Someone was calling my name.

A warm, gentle voice.

I slowly rub my eyes trying to shake off the pink haze enshrouding them.

“Lara, we’ll be there soon,” Papa said softly to me. I was still half asleep in the passenger seat of the car.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

Papa smiled and said, “No need to be sorry”.

“I suppose… I just think it's terrible falling asleep when I kind of forced you to take me along.”

“Don't worry about it, really. I'm really happy you'd come with me.”

I just smiled at Papa. It made me happy that he was happy.

“It's been quite a while since you last met your uncle, hasn't it?”

“A while?! But I don't think… Maybe it's been a while for you, Papa, but I've never met him before.”

“Not never. He came over to play once, around when you were still really small.”

“That so? I don’t remember anything like that.”

Papa smiled wryly when I said that.

“I remember he would look at you strangely.”

“Strangely…?”

“Well, you were just born, and I guess it was the first time he'd seen a newborn.”

“It's not like you see babies everywhere you go, I guess.”

“That’s true.”

I’ll be 14 this year. Although I may still look like a child to Papa and to the rest of the worldー I think it’s more of an ambiguous age. Neither a child, nor an adult. Somewhere in the borderline between the two.

“I’m kind of looking forward to meeting him,” I said, as I stretched my whole body, and rolled down the car window.

The breeze flows into the car with the scent of grass and humid air. It was pretty different from the smell of the sea breeze that runs along the coastline, but it still smelled pleasant in its own way. I took a deep breath of the forest air. Because I live by the sea, I don’t get to experience the rich smell of forests like this very often.

“By the way, did you do some research on it yesterday as well?” Papa asked, as I turned around away from the window to look at him.

He always watches straight ahead when he's driving. He's done this ever since the time he scraped the car against a wall because he'd gotten so engrossed in conversation. Even when he's stopped at a red light he won't look at you. His face will be full of expression, but always facing straight ahead. It's as if he's speaking to the windshield.

“Yeah, but I didn’t have any luck. It’s been a while since the site with the original text disappeared. I don’t even know what kind of keywords to search so I can find the full text.”

“‘The Epitaph of Twilight’… Huh.” Papa muttered to himself inquisitively.

I’ve starved myself of sleep night after night trying to research the “Epitaph of Twilight”ー A web novel written by a woman named Emma Weilant. Being written by an amateur, the first section can be explained in fairly generic terms.

Epitaph of Twilightー the story of how the Cursed Wave eroded the world of the shadowless spirits and brought them to the brink of total destruction. This wave steadily advanced, but there was no practical way to fight it. During this desperation, the world’s two great powers, Apeiron king of light, and Helba Queen of Dark, forged an alliance to face the wave together.

In that world, there was a legend that states, “When the cursed wave doth rise, three shadow-bearing beings will depart in search of the Twilight Dragon that will save the world of the spirits”.

The story begins with one of those shadow bearersー a young girl, known locally as the Little Witch, who lives in a windmill shed in the middle of a cornfield, when she rescues a stag with no shadow.

Believing in that legend, she embarks on a journey to find the Twilight Dragon together with Fili, a spirit from the country of light, Bith, a spirit from the country of darkness, and two other shadow bearers.

The girl believes in the legend, and now she, along with Fili the White, Bith the Black and two shadow-bearing individuals leave in search of the Twilight Dragon. It’s a very, very long journey...

This story, however, has no ending. It's still incomplete because the author, Emma Wielant, died in an accident before she could finish it.

Without her around, the story has been swallowed up by the ocean we call the internet. Seems there's no one to preserve some no-name hobbyist writer's work. Even if you find something, it's hard to discern whether it’s from the original work or from one of the many fake copies.

The copy I have on hand goes from the opening portion to midway in their adventure. It's also in a worm-eaten state with some chapters written in fine detail, and then others I can only understand the subtleties.

The only reason I got into studying such an underground novel is because I knew Emma Wielant’s name from bulletin boards on the net.

Wielant didn't lead any ordinary life (she got caught up with the troubles of inheriting a fortune, and she even had a boyfriend twenty years older than her!), and apparently not long before the accident she had gotten absorbed in the philosophy of anthroposophy.

She’s like the heroine of some drama, or a tragedy.

At least that's what I thought while looking into her life. To think that people like this actually exist.

I think it's because the book was written by someone like that that I got so inspired to look into it.

Also, this anthroposophy is supposedly aiming to prove the purpose and existence of ghosts and other such things unexplainable by non human sciences. Things like believing in a sixth sense or reincarnation. But personally, I can’t believe any of it.

“There it is.”

I tried to find where Papa was looking.

One of the evenly spaced, but detached houses in the forest--- the only house that had an unkempt, neglected lawn. Even with the sunlight shining down, it was a dark and depressing sight. It even looked run down, like it was abandoned.

“...He lives here?”

Papa noticed the scowl on my face and smiled wryly.

“He does. He just hasn’t really taken care of it.”

“How does it get like this when he lives by himself…”

“I'm sure his job is keeping him too busy to worry about it.”

I took a look around.

Surveying the surrounding area there are beautiful, well kept lawns behind quaint white picket fences, and I can faintly hear elated laughter coming from within some of the houses.

Meanwhile, at the far end of those lots stands my uncle's bizarre looking house.

I've heard that my uncle, Papa's younger brother, is quite the famous programmer. A brilliant engineer known across the world. On top of that, he also seems to be quite familiar with the concept of anthroposophy that Emma was so devoted to.

"It still surprises me, despite working at the forefront of the world of 1s and 0s, he's still managed to keep his obsession with that philosophy a secret."

I couldn't tell whether or not Papa was being serious with that bitter smile plastered across his face.

My uncle seems to have been out of touch from us for the past few months. I hear that he even forgets whether it’s night or day when he gets fixated on something.

Papa got a bit worried and decided to go check up on him, but didn’t tell me to come along even though it isn't exactly a short trip either. I was worried about Papa, because he’s not the greatest driver (Maybe I was a little worried being with him too.) …But I was also interested in meeting my Uncle, so that pushed me into coming along.

“Well, let’s go.”

Papa stopped the car in front of the house, leaned over and prodded me to go.

I went with him up to a door overgrown with ivy and rang an old-fashioned doorbell. But, I’m pretty sure it didn’t ring, because when I pressed the button, it just lodged itself inward.

“Anyone home?”

Papa leaned his head down, forcibly pulled the button back out and tried pushing it again, whenー the door creaked open.

“…Who is it?”

It made me flinch for a moment.

A tall, lanky man’s figure half emerged from around the doorー he looked at Papa, then glanced at me.

“My brother, huh…?” The manー my uncle, muttered and sighed.

“Yup. Now, don’t be a pain after I came all this way to see you.”

Uncle made a sour face and looked back at me again. It was apparent we weren’t going to receive a warm greeting, but I introduced myself politely.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Lara Hoerwick”

“…?” Uncle furrowed his brow. His silence begged Papa for an explanation.

“My daughter. You visited us back when she was first born”

As if searching for a distant memory, he just fixated his eyes on me. He had long silvery hair, an almost abnormally worn out look to his face, yet his amber eyes never lost their glimmer.

Papa has the same silver hair, but you’d never suspect them to be brothers just by that. And I don’t think they look like grandma or grandpa at all. Maybe distant relatives at best… Even then the resemblance isn’t there.

Although I thought it was rude to stare at me like that, I just smiled at him. I’m not sure if I was smiling all too nicely though.

Uncle finally turned his gaze back over to Papa.

He probably doesn’t remember. No wonder. That was 14 years ago, and I’m sure that there’s not even a shred of resemblance compared to when I was a baby.

“Ah, alright. Come on in,” Uncle said as he turned back into his house.

Papa and I exchanged glances. As Uncle disappeared into the house I whispered, “That wasn’t much of a welcome.”

“That’s just the kind of man he is, Lara. Don’t worry about it.”

“Geez… He’s not mad about us showing up so suddenly, is he?”

“If he was angry he wouldn’t have told us to come in.”

“…Is it really okay for us to go in?”

Looking inside it was even gloomier yet, like some haunted house. I stood there hesitantly next to Papa as he smiled wryly.

“Can’t just wait in the car, right? Let’s go in.” And as he said that, we went inside.

Uncle looked back at us from across the hallway. I felt as if our eyes met, and flinched again.

(What the heck... is my uncle even doing here?)

As I stood there thinking, Papa got way ahead of me.

“Hey, wait up!”

In a panic, I ran to catch up.

“Whoa…”

From the look of the outside, I couldn’t begin to imagine how neat and pristine everything was inside. I seriously thought it’d be lined with dust, and spider webs spanning the walls.

But no, the living room was even swept up all neatly, and surprisinglyー A lone picture stood atop the cupboard. In a room with the newest TV and audio system set up, that picture looked really old-fashioned.

“Surprisingly clean in here, huh?” Papa says sitting down on a leather sofa in the living room, his voice calling out to Uncle.

In the kitchen attached to the living room, Uncle just laughs to himself.

“Why don’t you have a seat too, Lara?”

I sit down next to Papa.

(He laughed…)

I was more surprised than anything.

Uncle, standing in the sun rays shining into the kitchen, was like a completely different person.

(Maybe he’s surprisingly nice after all.)

He was kinda likeable.

Uncle walked back into the living room, and the smell of hot coffee fills the air.

“There’s more in the pot if you want.”

He lines up three coffee cups on the glass table. The one for Papa being filled with straight black.

(I like coffee, but not without at least some milk and sugar…)

As for the cup placed in front of me, I decided to just endure it and drink it anyway, but it was actually filled with pure white milk.

“Ah.”

The words escaped me without thinking.

“I thought milk might be better for kids.” While saying this, Uncle, sitting across from Papa, stood up.

“Oh, yeah that’s fine. I don’t care for straight coffee… Thank you very much.”

And without expression, he sits back down.

“Drink up.”

The cool milk definitely quenched the thirst. The unexpected consideration made me like him even more.

Papa, sitting next to me, began talking about his current home situations. Even though we had come to check on uncle’s condition, Papa just spoke of the comedic events from recent memory.

(Not much I can do about that.)

Papa and uncle would exchange glances between themselves. Despite Uncle’s expressionless face, he looked intent on listening to Papa.

(It’s all kinda boring…)

We certainly had nothing but time to burn here as I stared into my now emptied cup. Papa put down his cup.

“Shall we go outside for a bit?”

Uncle noticed Papa get up from his seat. As he stood up to follow, he seemed to be pained. They then both walked over to the door. After seeing uncle out, I asked Papa,

“I don’t suppose… I could go out too?”

“Maybe not. I just thought it might be good we talk outside and get some fresh air instead of staying cooped up in here.”

“Alright then…”

“We’ll only be out for a bit, so maybe turn on the TV or something,” Papa said and hurried his way out the door. As the door shut behind him the sound resonated throughout the now vacant living room.

“Came all this way just to watch TV…”

I got up to leave the living room and walked over to where I had seen that standing picture frame. Uncle was standing next to a woman in a long black one-piece dress with a parasol and a laced hat, but I couldn’t see her face all that well.

The two of them standing under the radiant sun like that, it makes me think that they would've made a nice couple.

(A picture like that makes me wonder if there aren’t any other pictures as magical as this one…)

I turned away from the picture stand and left the living room. I still wanted to know what it was my uncle does around here. Leaving the warm sunlight of the living room, I turned and walked into the gloomy corridor of an entryway. The door at the end of the hall was cracked open slightly, from which a pale blue light was emanating.

“The heck is that?”

I peered into the room. In one corner, there were multiple displays lined up. They had to have been on for the dim light to be shining through the doorway like that. I slowly made my way into the room.

Against the back wall was a bookshelf so tall that it reached up to the ceiling. Books were even scattered along the floor reaching to the end of a bed, with dust coating everything in sight.

“Is this his study?”

However, the monitors had nothing on them. They just emitted that dim light. Maybe they’re in standby mode.

“…What’s that?”

I then noticed something left in front of one of the monitors. It looked like a thin pair of goggles, and next to that was a game controller.

(Does uncle sport these around?)

I pushed away the piled up books and slowly made my way over. I could see that the goggles were emanating the same faint light as the monitors from within the eye cup. And the light couldn’t have been reflecting off of the monitors, but rather it was being produced by them. Papa’s always fascinated by the latest technology, so if this is some kind of modern video equipment then I should have heard about it from him.

“What could this be…”

Something was playing on this device, and it was making noise, but I couldn’t see what it was. I exited the room to make sure Papa and uncle had not come back in.

“It should be fine if I just take a peek for a little bit.”

I grabbed the goggles and timidly peered inside to see what it was. The picture displayed in the eye cup was an expansive gold-colored wheat field, though the sky was heavy with clouds and mixed with a weird purple color. Not purple like you might see with a thunderstorm, but actually a more unrealistic looking purple.

(What's this place supposed to be?)

At the far end of this continuous field I saw a windmill. It was pretty easy to see it was operational too. The wind had to be blowing because the wheat was making a rustling noise and began to sway.

It was like nothing I'd ever seen, yet it felt as though I was being absorbed by it. I became uneasy on my feet and a weird feeling overtook me. I needed to do something or I'd fall, so I shot my hand forward onto the desk where the goggles were.

And then something sounded like it fell. It was the controller that had been beside the goggles. As the controller hit the floor, some buttons got pushed and text appeared on one of the monitors.

Fragment

Probably the game's title. Under the game title was some login info. The same text was being displayed from inside the goggles too.

(Maybe it's played by wearing the goggles?)

I picked up the controller and pushed another button at random.

“…!”

This time some text I know popped up on a different monitor.

“The spirits have held onto a legend regarding the Twilight Dragon--- When the cursed wave doth rise, three shadow-bearing beings will depart in search of the Twilight Dragon that will save the world of the spirits.”

It’s the Epitaph of Twilight.

I wonder if that means the picture I saw in the goggles is the wheat field the little witch lives in.

I peeked into the goggles again.

(I wonder…)

Maybe this is what uncle was so fixated on for the last several months; making a game based on the Epitaph of Twilight. It's only speculation, but he probably met Emma because of his interest in anthroposophy--- uncle being a programmer, thought he'd try make Emma’s fantasy into a game.

It was just a guess though. I don't know why, but that's how it seemed to me.

Something in my mind had me certain there was a chance. I don't know if it was inspired by the odd atmosphere of this dark room where the only light came from the monitors, but I shut the door.

Then, as though being lured in, I put the goggles on and grabbed the controller.

(Surely it'd be fine if I just play a little bit.)

Then, as if under some sort of trance, I clicked Login.

Episode 1: Can't Go Back Home

In the center of this world called Alba, high above the Hulle Granz Cathedral, a countless number of white doves slowly turned in the sky as a golden light shone down upon them. From a distance, they glowed like an angel’s halo shrouded in the veil of fog. A single man in white gazed at this wondrous site by the lakeside wearing a serious expression.

That man is Fili the White.

The confidant of the King of Light, Apeiron. The flock of doves, his familiars. Fili had no doubt in his mind that the meeting tonight was a trap, however, Aperion ignored his warning. So, Fili had ordered his familiars to wait above the holy ground despite Apeiron’s wishes.

Normally, he would be by Apeiron’s sideー who would enter the cathedral this evening, however, the meeting specified that only Helba and Apeiron were to attend.

Fili stared at the cathedral blurred by the dense fog, praying that nothing would happen. Long before this lull, the country of darkness consistently launched surprise attacks against the country of light. The country of light was always on the defensive. For the hundreds of years Fili had lived, never once had the country of darkness been invaded. The country of light would retaliate, as soon as everyone had recovered, the country of darkness would launch another surprise attack, leading to yet another battle… It was an endless cycle.

It was a bitter memory to Fili, and one he’d rather not recall. The dense fog swayed behind him in silence, yet showed signs of someone approaching nearby.

“Are you really that worried?”

Fili jumped back swiftly, reading his staff. However, the speaker was shrouded in darkness, unable to be seen.

“…Who's there?” Fili’s voice trembled in surprise.

”Did I surprise you?” Said the figure wryly. “You people of the light always find the darkness to be so terrifying.”

Fili knew it had to be someone of the dark. He raised his voice.

“Show yourself!”

Fili’s staff began to glow brightly.

“Well, aren’t you a lively one?”

Two hands emerged from the darkness holding what appeared to be a pitch black hat, as if he had just taken it off.

“You’re…”

Before Fili could even look up, that man with slanted eyes had appeared. The man named Bith, who aides Helba, queen of dark.

“Bith of the Black Hat…?”

“That’s right, Fili of the White Robes.”

Fili lowered his staff.

“What did you come here for?”

“Thatー” Bith glanced over at the doves flying over the cathedral. “Mind calling them down?”

“Why?”

“This is a meeting between rulers. Something like that would only get in the way.”

“I don’t remember taking orders from you.”

Bith shook his head, seemingly annoyed.

“If my queen wanted to, she could easily erase all of them in a single shot, However, she hasn’t. Why do you think that is?”

“…”

“It’s because she doesn’t want to ruin this meeting. I don’t know how the king will answerー but for now, we’ll have to try to get along. If we fought now, this would’ve all been for nothing.”

Fili glared at Bithー but it quickly faded. It was impossible to phase him anyway.

“Do you want to ruin this meeting by acting on your own?”

Fili lowered his staff dissolving the last of any spell that remained.

“...I get it,” Fili muttered. Fili's staff was then enveloped in a light as he used it to draw a pattern on the ground to give his familiars instruction. Shortly afterwards, the doves vanished as if melting into darkness. When Bith saw this, he sat down beside Fili, with Fili casting his eyes down.

“What, are you my supervisor?”

“Are you stupid? We’re going to be called in soon.”

“...?”

“If we go in together, it’ll save us some time, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean?”

But Bith ignored Fili’s question, and just continued to stare at the cathedral.

After Apeiron saw that Fili’s familiar had dissolved, he turned away from the window and faced Queen Helba.

“That took a long time.” Apeiron said.

Helba sat across an un-deified pedestal with a smile upon her face, toying with her silky golden hair. “Shall we continue?”

“Yeah.” Apeiron leaned up against a window listening attentively to Helba’s story, stroking his stoic beard.

“As I had mentioned earlier, this area has already started to become corrupted. However, the Cursed Wave’s invasion has only just begun. If we act now, there might still be means to retaliate...Too hard to believe?”

“Facts are facts. So Helba… What do you propose we do?”

“As the letter I set you described. I’d like to start searching for the Twilight Dragon. When the cursed wave doth rise, three shadow-bearing beings will depart in search of the Twilight Dragon that will save the world of the spirits... How much of that legend is true I wonder?” Helba chuckled to herself over her thoughts, and glanced over at Apeiron. “Do you doubt me that much?”

“You’re the leader of another country. It’s only natural to be cautious.”

“There isn’t much of a difference between carefulness and timidness.”

With her visor shielding her eyes, it wasn’t possible to fully determine the expression of Helba, but with her smile, she was obviously looking down on Apeiron.

“...!”

Apeiron scowls, drawing the sword fashioned on his hip, and points the tip at Helba.

Helba tilts her head, retaining her composure.

“What good does it do to pull that out? Even if I’m dead, the Cursed Wave won’t stop.”

“...”

Helba slowly raised up, and moved in front of Apeiron’s sword without taking a single step. The glamorously slender Helba extended her index finger from the sleeve of her pure white dress, and tapped the tip of the blade.

Both of them tremble as silence fills the room. The crimson blood rolled down Helba’s finger, dripping down to the cobblestone.

Realizing that this silence was a waste of time, Apeiron tightened his grip on his sword, and sighed muttering to himself.

“I’m overlooking a few things.”

Helba licks her finger, and some of the blood dripped down onto her sleeve, yet her smile doesn’t fade.

“Do you have any personnel you can use for the search?”

“Nobody.”

Helba nods in satisfaction to Apeiron’s reply, and walks up to the pedestal. While the pedestal is devoid of deification, it’s still a delight to behold in it’s old fashioned style.

“There’s no time. When those two return, we’ll start our departure.”

“That soon? Hold on a moment. It’ll be a long trip, you should take time to prepare--”

Helba looked back, and interrupted Apeiron.

“Will you be sending Fili? I can be prepared for that. Although, his familiar is flying about, so we should make preparations elsewhere.”

“But...”

“Typical Apeiron.”

Helba says, looking back at the pedestal.

“We have no time. No time to pray to God, nor to run away…”

They continued on --- and at that time, from the windmill standing in the midst of the great wheat field far to the north of cathedral, a sleepy eyed maiden departed.

Seemingly reluctant, the maiden mounted her broom and flew towards the blades of a windmill.

“Saya, surely we’ll fix it today!”

A black cat yells to the maiden from the windmill’s attic window.

“I told you I got it! Don’t yell so early in the morning.”

The maiden’s name was Saya, though in the surrounding area ーー due to her small stature, she’s more commonly known as the Little Witch. She had the special ability of understanding the languages of flora and fauna alike. She loved peace more than any other, and had a far deeper love for the plants and animals.

Also, the name of the black cat that called out to Saya is Vesper. He lives inside the windmill with Saya, and could be considered as her very knowledgeable partner.

Saya’s work these past few days hasn’t been milling wheat as usual, instead she’s been working to repair a broken windmill blade. Until the broken blade is repaired, they’re unable to mill the wheat.

It was when she mounted on her broom, Saya tried to repair the blade.

The wheat field behind them began to stir.

Saya turned around, her gaze meeting the wheat field, and listened to its voice.

“There’s something there!”

Saya found something in the middle of the wheat field, and immediately gripped her broom tight, and flew over.

With the wheat field lined up so neatly, it was easy to spot any oddities within it.

Saya flies down, carefully drawing near where the wheat was tarnished. Noticing that it lathered in the thick crimson of blood, she readied her wand.

“How terrible!”

In front of Saya’s eyes, a 6 legged silver buck had collapsed. The wounded buck weakly raised his head, and looked over at Saya.

“Who would do this...”

Saya rushed over to the buck, her spell released a warm light enveloping the buck, healing him.

“Your wheat is... I deeply apologize.”

The buck said breathlessly, putting his head back on the ground. Saya gently pets the bucks head.

“It’s alright, the wheat will be fine. However, I’m more worried about you.”

Seemingly fatal wounds covered the buck’s body. Saya’s spell wasn’t powerful enough to immediately close them all --- So, she tightly wrapped her cloak around where the buck was bleeding.

“It’ll take a little bit... But if you rest for 2 or 3 days, you should make a full recovery.”

Hearing Saya’s words, the buck opened up his eyes wide, staring at Saya with their sky blue hue.

“...?”

“It’s not a good time to rest. I have to leave at once.”

The buck says as he shakily shifts his feet to stand up, and looks up at the sky.

“Where do you need to go? I can close your wounds to some extent, but flying in your condition is out of the question.”

“Thank you. Someday, I will surely return your kindness.”

The buck with trembling legs proceeded into a gallop, running off far into the sky.

“Wait a moment.”

Saya’s voice resounds in vain.

“Wait!”

Saya mounted her broom, chasing after the buck.

The wheat field stirs, ensnaring Saya’s broom, holding her to the ground.

I stood amongst the expanse of a wheat field. The gentle breeze, and the sway it wrought, the wheat’s movement felt too real. The windmill that looks so far away, the breeze that brushes along my cheeks, everything in this world, it’s all as if it was actually real.

I wouldn’t think I’m looking at this from the goggles. I reached out my hand to touch the wheat around me, that stretched to my height. The wheat rustled vibrantly, and it felt so lifelike.

It wasn’t like using a controller at all, I moved however i wanted.

“My uncle sure is incredible.”

Isn’t this the first time somebody’s made a game where you can feel things? Once again, I see just how great my uncle is.

If this is The Epitaph of Twilight’s prologue, then there must be something in the windmill. Maybe, I’ll even get to meet someone from the epitaph.

Full of hope, I rushed over to the windmill. I avoided the snarls in the wheat, and thanks to that, the way to the windmill was clear enough for me to run straight over to it.

I run out of breath.

Exercise isn’t exactly my strong point. I arrived at the windmill, but, I was completely out of breath. I felt exhaustion spread throughout my entire body as if I really ran.

“What even is this…”

(This is a game, right…? Why am I so tired?)

I grumbled, as a black cat approached me. One with delicate, soft fur and a nice sweet scent. That cat, with clear blue eyes, peered up at my face with a seemingly puzzled expression.

“What are you doing?”

“I-It talked!”

I subconsciously flinched. The black cat stares at me, and tilts his head.

“Ah, I get it…”

(It’s only natural it can talk because it’s a game.)

Surely, a black cat would’ve appeared in the Epitaph of Twilight. One of the shadowed ones, The Little Witch Saya, she had a black cat as her familiar.

(Umm, his name was…)

“Vesper!”

In response to me calling out Vesper’s name, he only frowned. He may be a cat, but it’s easy to tell that he’s frowning.

Based on what Vesper said earlier, the owner of this windmill, Little Witch Saya should be somewhere around here.

When surveying the surroundings, Vesper called out to me.

“Saya… Did you hit your head?”

“Huh?”

“You’re not acting like yourself.”

“Uhh…”

I’m sure he’s talking to me, but he called me Saya.

“I’m Saya?”

Vesper nodded.

“And you’re Vesper?”

Vesper nodded again.

“Did you lose your memory?”

“Wai-Wait a moment. Why does this conversation keep going?”

“Why…? I don’t understand what you mean.”

“This is a game, isn’t it?”

“What’s a game?”

“Hmm… Something like a manufactured world made for entertainment.”

“Manufactured? Wait, Saya, I’m not sure I understand.”

The cat got angry.

(What do you mean?)

There are only a few games where you could have legitimate conversations. But as far as I know, that only happens in online games. In games where other players talk back and forth, exchange information, and advance the conversation through the internet. Other than that, I don’t know of any game where a character could respond to anything I say.

“Can I pet you?”

“If it’ll bring you back to your usual self, then go ahead.”

I slowly reach out for Vesper’s head.

“So warm!”

My hand brushed across Vesper’s soft fur. His fluffy fur was oddly lifelike, so I made sure to run my hand down his body.

“Saya, did you fall off your broom?”

“Broom?”

“You were using it to repair the blades, right?”

Vesper said looking up at the windmill. I follow Vesper’s gaze to see the windmill’s blades utterly torn.

“They aren’t fixed…”

“Yeah, they’re completely broken.”

“Completely broken, no that’s not it. If that’s the case then… You’ve skipped out on repairs, haven’t you?”

I frantically shook my head to Vesper, who seemed to be on the verge of snapping.

“For repairs and whatever else, I’m here now.”

“Huh?”

Vesper looked over at me with a confused look wrought across his face. Hoping that he might finally hear me out, I began explaining everything to him. About how i secretly started playing a game I found in my uncle’s room that might’ve been based off the story of The Epitaph of Twilight. How I appeared in that wheat field after logging in, and thought the story would progress if I approached the windmill, but didn’t expect to talk to the game characters so freely. I tried to explain it in a way he could understand.

“So then Saya-- you came here from a different world?”

“My real name is Lara Hoerwick. But… if my name is Saya in this game, then calling me Saya is fine.”

“I still don’t know what a ‘game’ is.”

“The game. I just explained that…”

Vesper went into deep thought about this.

“Of course…”

While I waited for Vesper to call out for me, I examined myself. My hair was still strawberry blonde, and even fluffy but straightened in the same way. I still had the same hour long polish to my nails. My chest's size was still pitiful, my arms and legs were still slender, everything about myself that I could see was exactly like the real me.

The only difference was the clothes. The pointed hat and one piece dress complete with a cloak, all in black, with some lavender accents.

I pinched my cheek. It hurt.

“Hey.”

When I realized something was wrong, I spoke to Vesper about it. My voice trembled.

“What kind of girl is Saya?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“...?”

“Are the Saya you know, and the Saya right here the same?”

Vesper looked me over intently.

“I don’t think there’s any different.”

“I see.”

I take another look at my body. It certainly felt like it was mine, but upon close inspection, these were the hands of a hard worker.

(Maybe I’m thinking about it too much…)

But it did hurt when I pinched myself. There is a sense of pain.

“...Hey”

Vesper looks up at me.

“Did you understand it all?”

“If this world was fabricated, then where are you from?”

(Where am I from?)

“From the world where the people who made this world are.”

“In what way?”

(In what way?)

I muse over Vesper’s words. The answer should be obvious, but it all seemed so hazy.

(How did I come here…)

My temples started to hurt, so I rubbed it with one of my hands. And of course, because of that I couldn’t remember what I need to remember, which only lead to my heart beginning to throb from my impatience.

“Uhh, Well, I wore something like goggles… Picked up a controller… Then selected Log In from the display…”

My voice was trembling. The more I tried to remember, the more it made my head hurt.

“Where is that?”

I tilt my head at Vesper’s question.

(Where?)

I look at where I should be holding the controller. Of course, it’s not in the game. I touch my face, but I don’t have the goggles.

(Where is it?!)

I shook my head, but there was no sign that the goggles were out of place. I reached out to touch the display that should be right in front of me, but there was nothing there.

“It’s gone! It’s not there!”

(How did this happen?)

I completely search my whole body, but all I could feel was the gentleness of cloth. I look around flustered, it shouldn’t have fallen off. But, since I first logged into this game, I didn’t feel like I was holding a controller.

“Gone…”

My vision blurs.

My back gives out, and I fall down on the ground.

“Where am I?”

They dry ground soaks up a single tear that rolled down my face.

“This… This is a game, isn’t it…?”

In my confusion, Vesper stared at me completely bewildered. Vesper peeks at my face, and sits down beside me to hear me out.

“…Can I help you sort everything out?”

I nod silently.

“You’ve come from another world that’s different from this one.”

I nod again.

“You came here with the help of some kind of tools, but you don’t have them anymore.”

“…All gone.”

“And without them, you can’t go back to your original world.”

“Maybe… Who knows? I certainly don’t.”

I shook my head.

Even if I had the goggles and controller, could I even choose to logout? Considering I haven’t seen or felt either of them since coming to this world, I don’t even know if they could be used let alone found here.

“You have no memory of being Saya?”

“None, I’m Lara Hoerwick.”

“Can you cast any spells?”

“Spells..?”

“Saya’s really good at recovery magic. Can you use any?”

“I can’t do that at all. I don’t even know a little…”

Vesper hung down his head and sighed.

“Then how about the voices? Can you hear them?”

“I can hear your voice.”

“No, not mine, the voices of the wheat.”

“Wheat?”

“Communicating with the plants and animals. It’s an ability Saya has.”

I listened closely, but I could only hear the sound of the wind.

“…I can’t hear them.”

“You usually can’t hear them.”

Vesper said with a bitter smile.

“Let’s go.”

Vesper stood up, and walked towards the wheat field where I came from.

“Wait up.”

I stand back up with trembling legs, and chase after Vesper.

“Listen closely.”

While standing beside Vesper, I watched as the wheat field spread out before me. I don’t really know what’s going on, but I suddenly don’t feel like I’m alone anymore, just like Vesper said.

I slowly closed my eyes.

(It’d be nice if this was just a dream…)

The wind ceased, as my ears were wrapped in a painful silence.

(If only I could hear a computer’s fan right now…)

I take a deep breath.

My hopes were quickly dashed as a faint sound brushed across my ears. The sound of someone asking for help.

“Huh?”

I cover my ears.

“What?!”

All the wheat in front of me suddenly started to stir.

My eyes opened up wide in surprise.

“Vesper!”

Vesper stood beside me staring at a single point in the wheat field while wearing a serious expression.

“Now, I can hear something--”

“Of course!”

The wheat only continued to rustle even more. Even though there’s no wind at all, all the wheat seems to be gravitating towards the point that Vesper’s staring at.

“Wh-what?”

“Did it stop? ...Wait a minute!”

Before I could say anything, Vesper was already running towards the wheat field.

I chased after Vesper, and thanks to the way the wheat parted, I was able to chase after him easily, without ever losing sight of him.

As I ran through the wheat field, I noticed the strong smell of blood. I catch up to Vesper who had stopped a little further in, and try to catch my breath.

“Vesper! What the heck is this--”

In front of Vesper was a blood ridden buck, that had collapsed.

“What even…”

My legs froze up.

The wheat surrounding the buck was stained red with blood. The buck seems to be covered in scratches, blood gushing out and soaking into the ground.

“Hey, is this buck… dead…?”

Vesper slowly approached the buck, and licked his cheek, but the buck doesn’t move even once.

“Hey…”

Vesper turns over toward my side, and beckons to me. I timidly sit down beside Vesper. Rather than sitting down, it might be more accurate to say that I couldn't stand up properly.

“Saya, heal it.”

“Huh?”

“Now while it’s not too late.”

“How?”

Vesper stepped into my mantle, and came back out holding a small staff in his mouth.

“Use this. To heal him, you just need to fill your mind with a prayer.”

“How am I supposed to pray? What am I supposed to pray to?”

Vesper prodded me with the staff in his mouth.

(…uu)

While I was glared at by Vesper, I timidly took the staff from him.

“How am I supposed to use this?”

“How to use it… that’s a problem. Saya just healed by praying without saying anything.”

“That’s…”

I grip the staff and gaze between it and the collapsed buck. I really didn’t know what to do, I was at a loss.

I’m Lara Hoerwick, not the Little Witch Saya who lives in this world. I don’t think I can manage to heal him no matter how much I pray. I can’t select any in-game commands, and I can’t believe that you can cast a spell with your own feelings.

(What even is this situation?)

I mulled over it and glanced over at Vesper, and took a deep sigh.

(I wanna go home…)

Holding back my tears, I stared at the motionless buck.

“Saya.”

“Yeah?”

“…Heal from your heart, pray with the hope that he’ll be healed.”

“From my heart?”

“That’s right. Brush off any and all wicked thoughts.”

“Any and all…”

“Now let’s help the buck. You can take everything I told you before one step at a time.”

“…”

While I gripped the staff in hesitation, Vesper yelled at me.

“Saya! Are you going to do nothing while standing in front of this badly wounded buck?”

I shake my head. It’s not that I’m not praying.

“But… I really don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“I told you earlier didn’t I? It needs to be an innocent prayer.”

I slowly closed my eyes. I gripped the staff I received, praying that the wounds of the buck in front of me would heal.

I’ll ignore my feelings of wanting to return to my own world for now.

If I can save this buck by praying for it to heal then-- Now, as Vesper was saying, I’ll focus on praying from my heart.

(…May this buck’s wounds heal.)

The staff I was holding slightly tinged.

“…?!”

I open my eyes in surprise. The tip of the staff was emitting a warm light that got warmer and warmer.

This body seemed to remember how to heal. Slowly stroke the tip of the staff across the buck’s body. The buck started to move a little.

“…Uhm, are you okay?”

In response to my voice, the buck opened its eyes widely. Its deep sky blue eyes seemed to draw me in.

“Your wheat is… I deeply apologize.”

The buck said gasping for breath, and collapsed back down on the ground. I caressed the buck’s cheek with my free hand.

“I’m more worried about you than the wheat.”

The wound slowly began to heal, but it didn’t stop the bleeding from the more fatal wounds. Is my spell unable to close those kinds of wounds because I’m still not used to it?

I put the staff at my feet, took off my mantle, and applied it to the wound. The mantle immediately became drenched in blood.

“Isn’t there a way to heal faster?”

Vesper just shook his head in response to my question as I resumed treating the wound.

“That’s not possible.”

“Is it because it’s me?”

“That’s not it. Saya has immense magical power, and the wound is too deep.”

“But… If this keeps up…”

(Even if I close the wound, he still might not be saved…)

With all my might, I ripped the mantle, and blood started to drip down my leg.

“Maybe…”

The fervent memory flooded into my mind. That which I loved, the Epitaph of Twilight, should have been the origin of this world.

“Huh?”

“Is this the shadowless six legged buck?”

“What are you on about now? Saya, you’ve met before, haven’t you?”

Vesper said with a sigh.

“Hmm… Right now you’re not Saya. But then, how did you know?”

“Because it showed up in the story…”

“Erm… The Epitaph of Twilight?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

With a hazy head, I tried to remember what I knew, but it didn't seem like it would be easy to remember.

(But…)

“If that’s the case, then I think they can be saved.”

Skeptical, Vesper wore a very confused expression on his face.

“Is that also written in the story?”

“Probably. I can’t remember it very clearly…”

Believing in my vague memory, Vesper turned to the left to face the buck and said “Please be saved.”

“But… with a wound like this, you’ll have to sit and rest for a while. Even with Saya’s magical power, there’s no way it’ll completely heal immediately.”

Hearing these words, the stag vigorously lifted its head.

“There’s no time to rest. I must go at once.”

The stag said as he stood up with his feet trembling, but looked up towards the sky.

“Go where? With wounds like that, you can’t go anywhere.”

I get up in a panic.

“Isn’t the wound still open?”

“Thank you. I will someday repay you, I promise.”

The buck ran forward with its trembling legs, ascending upwards into the sky.

“Hey, wait a second.”

My voice simply resounds in the sky.

As if the sky was absorbing the buck, its silhouette shrinks into the distance. My wand that was still emitting a faint light from my healing spell had its light fully fade at the same time the buck had disappeared from sight.

“Vesper, what should we do?”

“We don’t do anything, we can’t stop them from leaving.”

“So cold!”

“Then, how about chasing them down?”

“...Can we do that?”

“Call to your broom. Saya’s thoughts should reach it from here.”

(Call it…?)

When I tilted my head, Vesper asked me “You gonna call it?”.

“Do I pray like how I did to heal earlier?”

“That’s right.”

I took a deep breath, and called out to the broom with all my heart.

(Please… come here.)

But no matter how long I waited, the broom never came.

“It’s not coming, huh…”

Vesper mutters while looking at the windmill.

“On second thought, maybe I can’t call it after all.”

“Did you properly envision the broom?”

“Envision it…? If I don’t even know what kind of broom it is, how am I supposed to envision it?”

“Wha?”

Vesper stiffens up, opening his large eyes even wider.

“Huh? Did I say something wrong?”

“Don’t cloud your mind while calling for the broom. You need to properly envision it!”

“Like I said, I don’t even know what kind of broom it is!”

“Geez, this is so annoying…”

“What’s it like? Tell me so I can imagine it.”

“The handle should be made of oak wood, and the tuft made of soft straw.”

“Uhm… So I should imagine the tuft as golden and bushy, is that right?”

“The hilt is dark brown.”

“Hmm…”

I imagine a fluffy and bushy broom, like what you’d see in anime or manga, opposed to a rough broom, like you’d see at home.

“Hurry and come here…”

I stare at the windmill hut.

“It came!”

The broom, just like I had imagined, came flying straight towards me. Grabbing the broom in front of me, I quickly straddled it.

(It’s just like when I was healing… This body will remember how to do it, I’m sure of it.)

I gripped the handle of the broom tightly, as I tucked my wand into my belt. Slowly the broom floated into the air, and my feet lifted off the ground. Strangely enough, the broom didn’t sway enough for me to feel like I was going to fall off, so as long as I keep a tight grip, I shouldn’t fall.

“I’m going too.”

Vesper said, jumping onto my shoulder, causing the floating broom to stagger a little. I was hit with a strange feeling, like the time when I was little and straddled a tree branch.

“That was close… Are you alright?”

“Probably… Here goes.”

As if it was reading my thoughts, the broom flew off chasing after the buck. It was so fast, it was like driving down the highway with the windows open. In the blink of an eye, the windmill disappeared from sight.

“I wonder if we’ll catch up…”

“That buck’s really quick on his feet, so… I wonder.”

We were flying over a really dense forest. Even when looking back, I can no longer see the wheatfield.

“This is a really large forest, huh.”

The forest below seems to stretch out forever. It’s a bit melancholic, with the sounds of strange bird calls echoing from somewhere.

“That’s strange.”

Vesper mutters to himself.

“What is?”

“The buck should live on the west side of the forest, so… why’s it flying over here?”

“Is it because of that place he said he needed to go?”

Vesper mulls it over once again.

“I wonder if there really was such a place…”

While we were talking, we had already passed far beyond the forest, and off in the distance, there was a rainbow-colored lake, where I could see what looked like a small buck.

“There he is!”

The buck wasn’t even flying in a straight line. Even from a distance, you could tell he was at his limit. I took out my wand, pointed it at the buck, and attempted to heal him again, but, as soon as I did that - the broom’s height sharply dropped.

“Kyaa!”

I quickly grabbed back on to the broom.

“Saya! What are you doing?!”

“I thought I could reach him from here.”

“There’s no way. Not only is he still too far, but… If you don’t concentrate on flying, we’ll fall!”

“Sorry…”

I devoted myself to catching up to the buck.

As we approached the lake, the fog grew so thick that I needed to strain my eyes to see.

The rainbow colored lake in front of me was larger than any lake I’ve ever known. It could’ve easily been mistaken for the ocean. A stone bridge was built from the shore, appearing to lead up to a building that looks like an old castle resting in the center of the lake.

The buck faded from view into the building.

“Does anyone live here?”

“No way… Nobody lives in that cathedral.”

“Cathedral?”

“The Hulle Granz Cathedral. Well, despite being a cathedral, it doesn’t worship anything.”

“Why would he go to a place like this?”

“Who knows. So, what should we do?”

The broom begins slowing down.

After mulling it over, I decided to wait for the buck to come out by the lake because I felt this imposing atmosphere, telling me to stay away. However, the building was so far away, that if anything was happening inside, it’d be hard to tell.

The broom slowly descended towards the shore of the lake. As soon as Vesper had landed on the ground, he began to groom himself. I didn’t feel it while riding the broom, but a fairly strong wind seems to have kicked up, messing up both Vesper’s and my hair.

While patting down my hair, I sat down on the mist dewed grass.

(What could he possibly be doing…)

I let out a deep sigh.

“So then Saya, what’re you gonna do now?”

Vesper asked, finishing grooming himself.

“I decided to wait for him, didn’t I?”

“That’s not what I meant. Saya - or wait, it’s probably weird that I still call you that. I mean what are you personally going to do?”

“I want to go home, but…”

“But?”

“I have no idea how to get home.”

“Are you looking for those goggles you were wearing when you came here?”

“I don’t think I can even look for them. I haven’t felt anything like that ever since I came here.”

I felt like crying.

I just wanted to experience what a game based on the Epitaph of Twilight would be like…

(It’s like Alice in Wonderland.)

The girl Alice who had entered the world of books. By chasing rabbits, she was able to free herself from that world, all because Alice deeply believed that it was all a dream taking place during her nap.

I can easily remember things like this, but for some reason, trying to remember anything about the Epitaph of Twilight makes my head hurt.

It feels so weird. Like someone put a lock on my memories.

“I wonder if you’ve been switched.”

“Huh?”

“You and Saya.”

“No way…”

I felt utterly hopeless.

If Saya and I had been switched, that would mean that I would have to live in this world forever.

“That’s a huge problem!”

“It’s a problem for me too. I’d have to educate you from scratch again.”

I once again let out a deep sigh.

(I wonder if Papa and my uncle are already back…)

“That’s it!”

They should notice something.

If Saya is in the other world, then Papa and Uncle should have noticed something is strange. Papa aside, If my uncle notices something’s wrong then… maybe he can do something about it.

I have a little bit of hope.

I should explain this to Vesper. Vesper did manage to understand when I explained to him back at the wheatfield, even though it was very confusing for him.

“In any case, till then, You'll just have to do your best here.”

“Do my best?”

“Those who don’t work, don’t eat. First we should go back and repair the blades.”

“...After confirming that the buck is safe, you mean.”

Vesper glanced at the cathedral, which seemed to dim from view.

“Even so, I wonder what he’s even doing over there… I’ve never heard of anything ever happening inside the cathedral.”

“But, I have this feeling that there might be someone other than the buck over there.”

“Someone?”

“Don’t ask me. I just have that sort of feeling somehow.”

“He could’ve collapsed…”

Vesper’s ominous words reminded me of the bloodied buck, and I rushed to my feet with my broom.

“Hold up.”

Vesper holds me back.

“You decided to wait over here, because you felt an imposing atmosphere telling you to keep away, right?”

“Well, yeah but…”

I gazed at the cathedral, obscured in the dense fog.

“I started to worry after what you said, Vesper.”

“Hmm…”

The moment I thought about it, a voice suddenly called out to me from behind.

“Hey, you over there. You won’t be entering the cathedral.”

I looked back in a panic, but I didn’t see anyone else.

“Who was that? Was that you Vesper?”

Vesper shakes his head.

“It couldn’t have been me.”

“But, there was just a voice and…”

“How rude.”

It might’ve been the hand of the person speaking to us, but all I could see was a hand floating in front of me, reaching as if it was picking something up from the sky.

“Eek...”

My breath was completely lost.

The hands had long fingernails, and looked a lot like human hands. They were even the same size.

What the hands appeared to be holding was a black hat.

“Wh-What?!”

The figure of the person in front of me melded into view. His slanted eyes were glaring into me.

“Are you the Little Witch Saya?”

“Yes, that’s right… and you are?”

The man in a jet black coat with a pointed collar stared at me suspiciously with his disdainful eyes. You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was much older than me. Though, because of his collar, his bangs covering his eyes, and him towering over me, I couldn’t get a read on his expression.

“Are you a spirit?”

“Was the stag’s story true?”

The man continued as if he hadn’t heard my words at all.

“Because you have a shadow, I guess I have no choice but to believe it… I can’t tell you the details, but please stay here a little longer.”

I scowled at his words, not even giving me a chance to reply with even a yes or no.

(It’s the first time we’ve even met, how rude can you be?)

I really hate being told what to do, especially when it’s from someone I don’t even know. I don’t think anyone would be pleased with something like that.

The man in the black coat didn’t even listen to my reply. He just turned away, and without even using anything to fly with, he began floating off the ground before flying off towards the cathedral.

“What the… How is he doing that?!”

Vesper’s eyes widen in surprise as he watches him fly away.

“It’s Bith the Black. What’s he even doing here?”

“Bith the Black? Who’s that?”

“He’s the confidant to the Queen of Darkness.”

Realizing that it was obvious that I wouldn’t know, Vesper let out a deep sigh.

“Vesper. Let’s go home.”

I had a feeling like I wasn’t supposed to be here, so I decided to return to the windmill with Vesper.

“But what about the stag?”

Vesper asked me as I was heading back home on the broom.

“I mean he’s being protected by that guy, isn’t he?”

“But stags are an animal of light.”

I immediately stopped flying.

I suddenly remembered a passage of the Epitaph of Twilight.

Although the light and darkness were in a lull, small conflicts between the two were ever present. One of the favorite foods of those of the darkness was the lifeblood of those belonging to the light.

I remember scowling at that line, because it was a little too gruesome.

“What’s wrong?”

Floating in front of the dense forest that I later learned was called the Dividing Forest, Vesper called out to me.

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?!”

“Stags are careful creatures. They wouldn’t make contact with those of the dark for no reason… That’s why I didn’t say anything.”

“Is he gonna be okay?”

“He won’t eat it. Unlike the lower ranking mythical beasts, Bith is a high ranking spirit.”

“That’s not the issue…”

“Then, are we headed back to the lake?”

(What should I do…)

While I was worried about the stag, I felt like if I went back, I’d be dragged into an even bigger mess.

Like I was going to lose something important.

While mulling over what to do, Vesper nudges me to send me forward.

“Saya, something’s coming.”

“...?”

Before I could even react to Vesper’s warning, they came. I frantically flew upwards to avoid them.

“What even was that…”

Looking down below us, I saw a flock of countless pitch black birds flying and screeching.

I was filled with unease.

This isn’t good, I have a bad feeling about this.

With all the birds shrieking wildly, they swarmed flying off right past us towards the rainbow lake where we came from.

Vesper and I were stunned as we watched this unfold.

“Did something happen?”

“Can we go back to check?”

“Yeah. Let’s head back to the wheatfield.”

I didn’t want to head back to that place that filled me with a sense of dread. Until my uncle finds out and can do something about it, I have to live in this world safely.

I hurried back to the wheatfield. Inspired by Vesper, I tried to talk to the wheat, because the wheat might have some idea about what’s going on.

(Tell me if you know anything…)

I tried talking to the wheat through prayer. The wheat made no sense, it was a discord of random sounds that made me want to plug my ears. Is it just that I can’t hear them? Were they really saying meaningless words? I was unsure. Vesper was staring at me anxiously, unable to hear the wheat.

“There’s trouble, isn’t there?”

“Sorry…”

“Don’t apologize, but I have a bad feeling about all this. Those birds are the servants of the forest. I can’t imagine them just suddenly moving like that…”

“What could’ve possibly happened?”

“Don’t ask me. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I have no idea.”

“You have no idea?”

“Why even despite this lull, that spirits of light and darkness would come into contact.”

Saying that, Vesper once again got lost in thought. I held my throbbing head, trying once more to remember the Epitaph of Twilight. If I could remember, there might be a hint about how to overcome this situation.

But my head was far too clouded to make anything out.

“The light and darkness are very hostile towards each other, aren’t they?”

“That’s right, why do you ask?”

“Even though they’re both spirits? Why?”

Vesper lets out a deep sigh.

“Alright, I’ll explain.”

Those of Light and Darkness share a long history. Long before man was born, from a strong wind overseen by the twilight on the 10th month, the land and the skies birthed two spirits: Light and Dark. Right from birth, light and dark have fought continually for sole control of the regions. Why did they fight? It could be attributed to fate… It was then that man was born amidst the conflict, but coexistence was impossible, as humans created shadow. Clearly different from that of the spirits. Humans began to persecute the spirits simply because they had no shadow. It once seemed that the struggle between the three would last forever... but the spirits’ defeat was inevitable. The reason being that spirits are seldom born, however, humans could reliably increase their numbers. So the spirits created a world for themselves far away from the humans, and since then, the conflict between light and darkness had lulled.

“I’m getting confused…”

“Right? It’s a total mystery why the stag was in contact with Bith the Black.”

Standing helplessly in front of the wheat, I began to hear footsteps behind me and Vesper.

(What is it this time?!)

When I turned around, there stood the man in the black coat who had called out to me at the lake, but he was accompanied by a gentle looking man in a pure white robe. He’s a little bit taller than the man in the black coat, but he doesn’t give off the same aura of arrogance that he does.

“I told you to stay put.”

The man in the black coat glared at me with a look of disgust.

“You’ve wasted so much of my time.”

“You don’t have to say it like that!”

I yelled back without really thinking.

Beside him, the man in the white robe had a confused expression across his face.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any time right now. I need to leave immediately…”

“Wait!”

Vesper immediately interjected.

“Why are Bith the Black and Fili the White together?”

“So you should be Vesper the Black Cat. The legend has become a reality. You know the legend, don’t you?”

After hearing the word ‘legend’, Vesper fell silent.

(A legend? It’s become reality…?)

Suddenly, the fog in my head clears. I have a flashback to when I first read the Epitaph of Twilight on my uncle’s computer in his room.

“Could that legend be… When the cursed wave doth rise, three shadow-bearing beings will depart in search of the Twilight Dragon that will save the world of the spirits?”

“You know of it?”

Vesper says in surprise.

I can remember it so clearly now. Was it because it was a phrase I read many times in the real world?

(I wonder what’ll happen…)

I tried to remember what happened after that, but I couldn’t remember what it was about at all. It’s as if my head immediately became cloudy again.

However, my bad feeling was completely right.

“If you already know about it, that makes things easier. Let’s head out now.”

“By head out, you mean… to search for the Twilight Dragon? With me?”

“You have a shadow, don’t you?”

When Bith said that, I cast my head down towards my feet.

There was a shadow.

I shifted my gaze over towards the feet of Bith and Fili but… Neither of them had a shadow.

Bith raised an eyebrow as he traced my gaze, and glanced back over at me.

“So you do. Let’s go.”

“Wait a second!”

I stopped Bith and Fili who were about to fly away.

“Do I really need to go?”

“The waves are approaching. It’ll be dangerous if you don’t hurry.”

“But…”

(On a dangerous journey like this, if something were to happen…)

I feel like I’d never be able to return to my world.

It was at that moment… the wheatfield screamed.

It was telling me that something was approaching. Not with words, but with sounds.

Fili’s face grew pale and stiffened up like his blood had run cold.

“It’s already here…”

Bith said with a click of his tongue, as he took a wand out of his pocket.

The reaction of these two was radically different, but they were both looking in the same direction. I looked up, following the gazes of the two.

“...!”

I gasped.

It was at the border of the southeast part of the wheatfield. It was shrouded in thick clouds obscuring what I could see, but what I did see looked like a semi-transparent fluffy mass of fat that stretched across the horizon, engulfing everything that it touched.

It looked like it was moving slowly, but that was only because of its shape. It was actually very fast. The wheatfield was already being gradually eroded.

“It’s the wave…”

Fili mutters.

“That’s the Cursed Wave?”

I imagined it would’ve been something like a tsunami. Seeing what it was actually like left me stunned.

Seeing the wave itself, I can see why they would want to rely on legends.

Episode 2: Imbroglio

Episode 3: Amnesia

Episode 4: Raid

Episode Real: At The Time

Episode 5: Discord

Episode 6: Lost

Episode 7: Merge

Episode 8: Riddle

Episode 9: Twilight Dragon

Epilogue: "The World"