The two enjoyed the welcome for a while, but a few minutes later, Faras said with a slightly heavier look.
"So, what do you say, Your Majesty? So much progress."
I wonder how close the relationship is.
Pharaoh is not cowering against the king's organt.
"Hmm...... no. It's a tough situation."
Organt answers, rubbing his chin beard.
"We will still have to entrust it to the next generation of young people. The Magic of Rebirth still weighs heavily on us.
"Really... I can't help it"
Pharaoh sighs.
"Nevertheless, if we mistakenly entrust those who entrust us, the world will be led to ruin. It would be good for someone honest and strong to receive this power."
"Well... I hope such a person shows up"
When Organt closed his eyes, he groaned toward a space of nothing.
"- Is that all right? Goddess."
That moment.
My vision has dimmed.
"... ah"
Looks like he was back where he started at some point.
Warm wind.
An idyllic bug squeal.
The sight of the familiar village of Rastal was full of sight.
Looks like he's back. to the original world.
"What was that, right now..."
I don't think it's just a dream.
Both Organt and Falás look just like I saw them in the picture. No - it was the same.