What could be more attractive to us than to "preserve our own existence"?

Is it for the sake of our country, our nation, our society?

No, it is just something more meaningful and worth doing.

If there is anything more important than living, it must be to live more happily during the time we are alive.

That is, "living well" is much more important than "living long".

So the question is, for us, as individuals, if we instill ourselves the memory that we have done a lot of things to make ourselves happy, but actually, we have not actually done so in our so-called "reality". So after waking up, should we feel that our lives have been wasted, or that we have been happy enough?

To put it simply, we have spent our whole life dreaming a beautiful dream, and the day the dream ends, someone tells us that it's not true, you didn't do it, it's all your delusion.

How would you feel about that?

-- So this time, it's about memories and delusions --

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I am alone, sitting on the highest floor of this building that exists.

There was a constant shout in my ears.

"Get off the stage! Get off the stage!"

The sound was so loud that the whole building was trembling slightly.

A few pieces of dust fell from the already unstable ceiling, splashing a few red ripples in the wine glasses beside me.

Beside me, Noaide warned in fear -

"Lord of the City ...... the rebels are almost here."

The rebels ......

Actually, I am the one who is against "everyone".

I stood up and pushed open the heavy curtain in front of me.

--Under the windowsill, there was a lot of people.

"There he is!"

A withered orc tilted his head and took his fingertips and shakily pointed at me.

"Kill him!"

"......"

This feeling of being blamed by everyone made me feel very new.

Then again, the power of those three outsiders could really reach such a level ......

- At the front of that team, the chaotic and impetuous crowd, was my son.

The early morning sunlight cast a divine glow on his face.

"Noaide," I beckoned behind me, "See, does he look like me when I was young?"

"...... My lord."

The crowd underground kept sending wave after wave of sound.

"My Lord, the guards ......"

"You should go too."

"Eh ......?"

He fell to his knees in dismay, too flustered to look at me straight in the face.

"We're the only ones left in this tower now, aren't we?"

"......"

"Go."

I gave him my final instruction and drank the tea beside me in one go.

Nah, Nalisa, Tasia ...... did you see that.

I quieted my mind and felt the slight trembling of this tall tower.

The moment it collapses, it will be the signal of the collapse of this era.

Nah, I finally did it.

The Elisis that we had hoped for will be reborn in the light of this dawn –