It turns out.

The Half-Witch is actually a ghost that only he can see.

"Is it actually me, subconsciously cursing you...?"

The Half-Witch seems to remember the past.

It turns out she had already died.

Perhaps before she died, her greatest wish was to make the Governor forget about her, not to be sad, not to obsess over her. This wish accidentally turned into an obsession and curse, and the ghostly form she accidentally took on was oblivious, foolishly staying by the Governor's side, hoping one day he would fulfill their marriage agreement.

"No, it's not, don't think recklessly, come back with me first, tomorrow we'll continue to find out who cursed me, surely some noble family wants to stop our union."

The Demon Race Governor rarely showed panic but pretended to be calm as he spoke.

"..."

Miss Witch was first in a daze, then smiled and slowly raised her hand, trying to touch the Governor who was impossible to reach.

Her smile carried a bit of indulgence, as well as a touch of pity and helplessness.

"My true intention was to let you let go of me."

The Half-Witch Lady said to the Demon Race Governor reluctantly.

"What are you... saying..."

The Demon Race Governor's voice was stiff, as if he couldn't understand.

"Remember it, I will no longer curse you. Staying here, you won't be able to move forward, to start a new life."

The Half-Witch Lady whispered softly beside his ear.

"Don't say it, I beg you! I don't want to recall the memories about you."

The Governor acted like a child reluctant to get out of bed, savoring just one more second. Ke-e#p- us go@i&ng# by r+ea%d-in.g$ on M^V_@LE$M_PYR.#

"Sigh..."

The Half-Witch Lady smiled helplessly, lowering her eyes slightly. She didn't expect her once seemingly omnipotent love to choose to act this way.

Yet she remained patient.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the gears of the church's clock tower turned.

The twilight bell was about to ring.

Her eyes were as beautiful as the clear sky at sunset.

The Half-Witch moved closer to the Governor, even if she couldn't be truly embraced by him at this moment, she wanted to get just a little closer, like snuggling up to him.

"I want to tell you what I've preserved. I've written many letters to you in my room, but I couldn't send them out."

The Half-Witch Lady started to monologue.

Since the Governor wouldn't speak again, it could only be her saying goodbye.

"Sometimes I would fall in love with your shadow."

"Just watching you, following you is enough."

"The love you gave me is always full, do you know that I only love you in my heart?"

She spoke softly, like a gentle wife.

"..."

With a hoarse voice, the Governor couldn't speak, afraid to interrupt the perhaps dwindling words.

It was time to let go, yet he began to be unwilling.

Trying to erase memories about her, instead, made them even more indelible.

He could only feel his eyes aching, his body uncontrollably rushing forward to embrace the Half-Witch Lady he formerly did not dare to touch.

Until this moment, he realized, it's like being in another dimension with the Half-Witch Lady, unable to touch her, and thus he could no longer deceive himself.

"Haha."

The Half-Witch Lady suddenly showed a smile, watching the Governor awkwardly trying to hug the ghostly figure, feeing amused by his silliness.

Of course, there was some comfort in the smile as well.

"You finally are willing to hug me."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke.

"..."

The Demon Race Governor gazed at the Half-Witch Lady's stranger yet familiar face.

She perhaps was the face he would never forget, the trace of joyful guilt.

She might be the famine and the beast, perhaps his daily cycle between heaven and hell.

Perhaps she was the mirror in his dreams, the smile reflected in the streams.

Her eyes were so frank and sincere.

Her crying made it unbearable to look at her more.

Approaching her made his heart tremble.

"If you can feel my sentiments, please promise me, let me go in your heart, and let me leave peacefully, okay?"

The Half-Witch Lady looked at the Governor, and asked him the final question.

"..."

The Governor wanted to speak but couldn't bring himself to.

Now at the other side of the voice that would never return.

Hoping time could reverse, hoping all could be remedied.

"Alright, regardless, I should leave."

The Half-Witch Lady shook her head, with determination in her heart.

"No, I will never forget you, unless you continue to curse me, then I'll forget everything. I'm willing to repeat such adventure, I'll willingly stay with you."

The Demon Race Governor reached out trying to hold her again, yet grasped nothing once more.

"What's the difference between this and a dream? Don't stay in the dream anymore, it's false."

She asked, speaking.

When the melancholy seemed at its peak, the music slowly became calm.

The melody became soothing and tender, like a ray of sunshine piercing through the haze, illuminating the soul.

The parting tune faintly emerged, intertwining with the main melody, symbolizing the arrival of hope and redemption in the world.

The swinging, ever-changing notes resembled a candlelight in the darkness, illuminating the faint glow within.

As the twilight bell rang, her figure was also illuminated by strong light, the pure white color seemed to welcome her ascending to heaven.

"It seems all this is still too cruel for you."

Her mouth carried only a smile when she looked back.

"I don't want to be far away, just wanting to be together."

No more hints of sorrow, as if reverting back to the first encounter with him, even her expressions were filled with vigor.

"I..."

Lanci instinctively wanted to say something but found that the Governor's lines had ended.

Hyperion observed Lanci's expression, a girl's gentle laughter escaping her lips.

"If one day the gods can guide us back together, no one should tear us apart..."

However, Hyperion continued speaking,

"By then please hold my hand again, accompany me for a lifetime."

Her figure slowly lost the enveloping lights, until it was almost invisible, merging into the darkness of the Dusk Church.

"..."

The Governor stood in place, his reddening eyes trembling lightly.

He cherished the warm sunlight of spring, just as her quiet companionship, showered upon him, letting him continually forget past sorrows.

Until the setting sun burned out, seemingly then seeing.

Her blurred silhouette among the falling flower forest.