“Haa. Haa.”  Mio’s vision grew misty as she kept herself upright using her sword as a cane. She had exhausted every last drop of magic and energy she had remaining to cut down Valencia.

‘I must… pull myself together.’ 

Her willpower was fierce, but she had already reached her limits, so she started falling forward. However, she fell into someone’s arms rather than on the hard ground.

“...Ah?”

“You did well.”

A familiar mask came into view. Seo Jun-Ho gently supported his party’s youngest member with his shoulder. “Go ahead and sleep. We’ll be at the ice castle by the time you wake up.”

“You always… thank…” For some reason, his warm, comforting arms reminded Mio of her mother’s arms. Mio let the exhaustion take over her, and she closed her eyes in peace.

Seo Jun-Ho slung the sleeping Mio over his shoulder and slung Mr. Shoot on his other shoulder.

“I guess we can call it a success.”

He stared at the beach.

He had saved his precious friends from dying, thanks to Sung-Jun’s instructions.

‘I had no idea that Isaac and Valencia would be here, but thankfully, it all worked out in the end.’ There was a simple reason behind the unexpected change.

The fiends in Sung-Jun’s world had died...