Under a gloomy sky, rain fell in a steady drizzle.
Come to think of it, she might have liked weather like this.
The girl, who could neither hear nor speak, liked the autumn rain.
It was because sound carried unusually well in weather like this.
On a day like this, she was probably outside.
I set off.
In the end, was the girl's sacrifice the only way?
If there really was a god, I wanted to ask just one thing.
Why was happiness impossible for that girl?
Was this truly the ending you wanted?
The girl's sacrifice made it possible to defeat the Demon King.
The boy let out a scream of anguish.
Thus, the Demon King was sealed away through the girl's sacrifice, and peace returned to the world—a happy yet bitter ending.
However, the boy did not want to accept such an ending.
No, he could not accept it.
This damn ending,
An ending this absurd.
He could never accept it.
.
.
.
So this is where you were.
At the sound of my voice, the girl's body flinched.
The girl, who had been looking up at the sky, turned her head toward me.
“Let's go. Cecil and Luril are waiting.”
The girl, who surely couldn't hear my voice, nodded.
I know.
That this girl cannot speak,
I know.
That this girl will soon sacrifice herself.
And,
I know.
How to save this girl.
This time, I will save her without fail.