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Eriri, her paintbrush full of "creative" power is the most powerful source of "hope" capable of rewriting the script of "tragedy".
—Sakura Matou, her holy light, filled with the power of "purification," is the gentlest "compassionate" heart, capable of soothing all "wounds."
—Artoria Caster, her magic, full of the power of "life," is the purest "natural" sound that can awaken "vitality."
as well as……
Gu Chuan turned his gaze to the petite, black-haired girl who had been quietly huddled in the corner of the sofa since returning, clutching a soft cushion, secretly observing her "new home" with a timid look filled with unease and curiosity.
"—Yozaki Kanade."
"……exist."
Upon hearing her name, the girl's petite body trembled slightly involuntarily.
"You're coming along this time too."
Gu Chuan issued his instructions in an unquestionable and calm tone.
He knew that the best "medicine" to heal the soul that had long been eroded by "despair" was neither "hope" nor "light".
Rather, it is another kind, equally profound—
"--despair".
Only those who have been in the same hell can truly understand that deep-seated, chilling "pain".
Only that clumsy yet incredibly real "resonance" from "the same kind" can break open the first tiny crack, full of "possibilities," on that heart lake that has long been completely frozen and filled with despair.
……
Backstage at Tokyo Dome, in a luxurious and modern private P lounge.
Ai Mizuno was sitting quietly in front of the huge, gleaming vanity mirror.
She looked in the mirror at herself, still beautiful, perfect, seemingly otherworldly, like an "idol." Those beautiful eyes, which were always full of "dreams" and "vitality," were now empty, lifeless, like ashes that had long since burned away all their light.
Her agent was pacing anxiously around her, muttering to himself.
"Xiao Ai! Xiao Ai! What's wrong with you?! You're about to go on stage! Do you know how important this concert is to you?!"
However, Ai Mizuno seemed not to hear anything at all.
She simply looked quietly at herself in the mirror, and on her beautiful, perfect face, a smile slowly crept up—a smile that was filled with sadness, eeriness, and chilling unease.
Just then, the door to the lounge was gently pushed open.
"Excuse me."
A gentle voice, full of healing qualities, rang out.
Sakura Matou, carrying a cup of warm floral tea with a faint fragrance, walked in with a smile.
"I am a psychological counselor specially invited by the organizer. I heard that Ms. Mizuno seems to be under a lot of pressure lately."
With the most professional, irresistible, and "well-intentioned" demeanor, she easily distracted the agent who was already on the verge of going crazy.
Soon, the entire huge lounge was left with only Gu Chuan and his group, and that beautiful "doll" who still sat quietly in front of the mirror, as if she had long been completely isolated from this world.
"—Her soul has been, thoroughly, corrupted."
Matou Sakura looked at the girl who had long since lost all "life," and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on her usually gentle face.
"That malice was even more insidious and cunning than what we encountered in the gallery. It didn't directly devour her soul. Instead, like the most deadly and slowest poison, it gradually turned all her hopes and dreams into the deepest despair."
"—Leave it to me."
Eriri slowly walked forward.
She did not make any unnecessary or didactic attempts.
She simply set up her own easel, which she had already prepared and which was full of "artistic" flair, in front of Mizuno Ai.
Then, she raised the paintbrush in her hand, a brush brimming with the power of "creation".
She wanted to use her own way to pull this girl, who had already been dragged into the abyss of "tragedy," back onto that "stage" full of "hope" and light!
However, just as she was about to put pen to paper—
A sad, ethereal, and out-of-tune song suddenly rang out in everyone's ears.
Yes, Yoizaki Kanade.
She looked at the pathetic "doll" sitting quietly in front of the mirror, as if looking at another "self." Those beautiful obsidian eyes, always filled with unease and fear, uncontrollably revealed a trace of the purest, most genuine emotion—
"--pity".
She began to sing slowly.
She sang a song that was full of sadness, out of tune, and only she could understand it.
The song didn't go on; it was filled with cheap, hopeful comfort.
It was simply, in the most genuine and clumsy way, telling that soul that had already fallen into the abyss—
"I understand your pain."
That moment.
That beautiful girl, who had always been motionless like a doll, had her empty, lifeless eyes, for the first time, uncontrollably, turn slightly.
She shifted her gaze away from that cold, unreal mirror.
Then, slowly, it landed on that lonely, yet incredibly real figure facing her, singing a "song of sorrow"—
"—on the same kind of body."
That lake of despair, long since frozen solid, was finally breached—the first tiny sliver, brimming with "possibility"—
crack.
Eriri, however, seized this fleeting and precious "opportunity"!
At this moment, the paintbrush in her hand, brimming with the power of "creation," transformed into a stream of light, vibrant and dazzling, full of "hope"!
A silent, intense tug-of-war, brimming with both light and darkness, originating from the "soul," officially began at this moment!
254 A Picture of Hope and an End of Despair
When Kanade Yoizaki's sorrowful and resonant voice cracked the first tiny fissure on the lake of her heart, which had long been frozen by despair, Eriri seized the fleeting opportunity without hesitation!
Her sapphire-blue eyes, which were always filled with pride and resentment, were ignited at this moment by an absolute, confident light that radiated from the perspective of a "creator"!
"—So, now..."
"Let me use my paintings to reshape a completely new world for you!"
At this moment, the paintbrush in her hand was no longer an ordinary tool. It transformed into a stream of light, full of "hope," vibrant and dazzling, freely splashing across the pitch-black canvas composed of "despair"!
She did not paint those magnificent battles filled with "victory".
She simply used the gentlest, most delicate, and loving strokes to paint the warmest and purest dream for that lonely soul.
She painted cherry blossoms blooming all over the mountains in spring.
She painted a dazzling Milky Way that filled the entire night sky in summer.
She painted the golden leaves that covered the country lanes in autumn.
She painted a warm, orange-lit fireplace where a family sat together in winter.
Every stroke, every line, is filled with the purest "hope" that can purify all darkness.
That cold, desolate world of ruins, made up of "despair," began to be gradually repainted with warm colors full of "life" under Eriri's paintbrush, which was full of "creative" power!
"—Wind! Please, bring the blessing of life to this newborn world!"
Artoria Caster also raised her simple wooden staff high! She poured her pure, vast magic, full of "life" and "nature," into the painting full of "hope" that Eriri had created, without reservation!
The emerald green "wind of life" swept across the newly born land.
The withered trees have sprouted tender green buds again.
The dried-up river was once again filled with clear stream water.
Countless colorful flowers, brimming with "hope," bloomed in the warm sunshine!
At the very center of that light filled with "hope" and "life," Matou Sakura, like the gentlest and most steadfast guardian saint, quietly opened her warm holy light barrier, filled with the power of "purification," completely blocking out the pervasive and malicious spiritual pollution from "Jok," creating an absolutely safe "creative space" for her companions where they could freely display their talents!
However, the "Jok" hiding behind the scenes will obviously not give up his most perfect "work of art" so easily.
"—Hehehehe... It really is a touching, hopeful, and beautiful fairy tale."
Those playful whispers, full of "devilish" intent, echoed once again in Gu Chuan's mind.
"Unfortunately……"
"Fairy tales, in the end, are to be completely torn apart by cruel reality."
With his malicious and cruel declaration!
That newly created, beautiful painting, brimming with "hope" and "life," suddenly began to tremble violently without warning!
The sky was once again shrouded in cold, despair-filled clouds.
The earth began to crack and decay again.
Countless black thorns, filled with the deepest, darkest, and most painful "memories" in Ai Mizuno's heart, surged wildly from the cracked earth like the most venomous snakes, attempting to completely strangle and devour that newly born, fragile "hope"!
"—It's no use! You can't win!"
At this moment, two more lines of cold, black blood tears flowed from Mizuno Ai's empty, lifeless eyes! She let out a mournful cry filled with despair and pain, a cry that was not human!
"Dreams...hopes...everything is just a lie, a deception!"
"In the end, all that awaited me was endless, cold..."
"--betray!"
It seemed that the "hope" created by the three girls with all their might was about to be completely swallowed up by the even greater "despair" from reality—
A ethereal song, filled with sadness yet carrying a touch of heartbreaking strength, rang out once again.
Yes, Yoizaki Kanade.
She looked at that tormented soul, once again dragged into the abyss of despair, and at that moment, those beautiful obsidian eyes, always filled with unease and fear, shone with an unprecedented, gentle, and resolute light.
She began to sing slowly.
She sang a song that was full of sadness, out of tune, and only she could understand it.
The song did not offer any cheap comfort filled with "hope".
It was simply using the most genuine and clumsy way to tell that soul that had already fallen into the abyss—
"I know you're in pain."
"I know you're desperate."
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"but……"
"—Please, don't, give up."
"Because, in this world, there are still people like me who understand you."
That gentle, resonant singing voice, like the last straw, stirred a final, faint, yet incredibly real ripple in the lake of despair that was about to be completely submerged.
For the first time, Mizuno Ai's empty, lifeless eyes regained a trace of clarity, a quality that belonged to "humanity."
She saw it.
She saw that person, facing her, singing a "song of sorrow," a lonely yet incredibly real "kindred spirit."
She also saw those three "family members" who were full of "light" and warmth, and who did everything they could to pull her out of hell.
"--I……"
For the first time, her long-dried, icy lips uttered a faint yet incredibly clear syllable filled with longing.
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"I want to live!"
That moment.