Or perhaps a proof.

A proof of whether he would fall in love with her again, even if he forgets her multiple times.

Until the final act, the Demon Race Governor and the Half-witch Lady arrived at a church.

...

From the audience, Antanas and several members of the Great Demon Clan watched intently, their frowning expressions fully immersed in Lanci and Hyperion's touching performance.

For a moment, they couldn't distinguish whether it was a play or the Governor and Half-witch's true love story.

"That's odd, they've reached the final act, but they still haven't found the culprit who cursed them."

Sinola suddenly realized, lost in the plot.

In the original plot, the Demon Race Governor and the Half-witch Lady were supposed to be fighting the Demon Duke, the instigator of their curse.

But in the new plot revised by Abigail, they still couldn't unravel the mystery, not only failing to find the one who cast the curse, but even imagining an entire conspiracy in the Demon World.

Now, on stage, they are in a state of resignation, lingering at the Dusk Church.

The last place shared by the Half-witch and Demon Race Governor with common memories.

The stage was quite dim, with only the spotlight shining on the two of them, the flickering toned lights casting an ominous atmosphere of twilight in the church among the stone pillars.

As the Demon Race Governor and Half-witch Lady arrived, the music started with a series of heartfelt piano solos.

The two performers seemed to slowly immerse themselves.

They were no longer Lanci and Hyperion, rehearsing a play, but truly the Governor and Half-witch exploring secrets.

"I can't understand, I can't understand."

If Antanas knew there were many more scenes, she might be relieved, but with Sinola suddenly informing her this was the final act, she felt somewhat unprepared.

Until she checked the time, realizing the rehearsal had nearly gone on for two hours.

She couldn't help but glance at Pranay and the Bingxue Witch.

The Bingxue Witch remained focused on the stage, seemingly oblivious to Sinola and Antanas's whispered conversation.

While Pranay sighed.

Pranay seemed to have understood the hints within the plot.

Just like on stage, Lanci and Hyperion looked at the upcoming lines only they could see, soon to find the truth.

"Pr..."

Antanas wanted to ask Pranay but held back her voice.

She knew Pranay wouldn't casually spoil, and after watching the opera for so long, it ought to be her own experience to see it through.

Inside the Dusk Church on stage.

No matter how seasons changed, the old church atop this cliff amidst a sea of flowers remained soothingly pleasant, with the glow of the setting sun filtering through the stone columns, while the breeze lifted fresh air and soft petals.

And the opera's leading man and lady were at the end of the church.

"Why..."

The young Demon seemed bewildered, not knowing why he couldn't find the answer.

"I think, perhaps along the way I've already come to understand."

The noble Half-Demon girl still wore that pure white dress, as if unafraid of the winter chill, cradling the flowers picked along the way.

She carried a gentle smile.

"What have you understood?"

The Governor looked up, gazing at the witch before him.

Trying to read the answer from her eyes.

He couldn't discern any refusal or disappointment in her amber pupils, only a sense of acceptance, and a tinge of sadness at soon parting.

For some reason, his heart felt uneasy at the sight of the girl's gaze, despite being mere companions who'd known each other for only a few days, had he subconsciously fully trusted her during this journey?

"Think carefully, think deeply, think deeply, you will surely understand it."

Her voice grew lighter, reminding the Governor about the traces of memory they found along the way.

The stage's piano melody was melodious and gentle, with notes flowing like tears across the heart, resonating with the era's dramas of joys and sorrows in the opera, the left hand sometimes steady and forceful, sometimes gentle like a whisper, seemingly hinting at destiny's unpredictability.

"..."

The Governor's eyes gazed blankly at her.

It seemed he couldn't comprehend, or refused to comprehend, selectively ignoring many clues.

Scenes from their journey flickered through his mind, threatening to create cracks in the chain locking the valve to the truth, until it burst apart.

The voices heard all along also began to reverberate in his ears again, deafeningly loud.

"——They don't know they're dead."

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The Half-witch Lady revealed the answer to him.

This was what she had said to the Governor outside the music room of the Demon Academy.

Ghosts wouldn't know they're dead, unless others told them, or through hints, they become aware.

"..."

The Governor looked at her with tearful eyes, staring at the Half-witch in shock.

The melody started strong and urgent, wave after wave, as if narrating the characters' emotional turmoil and ineffable pain.

At the same time, the bass played a heavy tone, occasionally accompanied by dramatic violin chords, creating an oppressive feeling of an impending storm, the music straightforwardly and sincerely revealed the cruelty of wartime, life's impermanence, and the entanglement of love and hatred.

The Governor's thoughts were in turmoil.

In the room, the butler seemed not to see the Half-witch, merely staring in the direction of a chair, without interacting with the Half-witch.

Wherever she was, there was always a lingering chill.

The Demon who cursed him seemed always beside him, casting the curse upon him.