“No, I’ll kill her. I’m going to kill her.”

Lawrence, covered in dust, crawled towards the knife she had missed.

“I won’t let the two of them continue!”

Lawrence didn’t even care about dirt entering her mouth.

She chewed on the rocks that had piled up in the meantime and grabbed the knife she had missed.

“Do you think I’d be happy if you two were happy without me? Do you think I’d let that happen!”

She screamed like a madwoman, crawled towards the missed knife, and stood up, holding the knife.
Shaking her disheveled hair, Lawrence looked for Rakrahun.

He was still standing in the same spot, staring at the trees that had sprung up with an unknown expression.

It wasn’t a surprised expression, and Lawrence couldn’t figure out what that expression meant.

“Just die! Aaah!”

The moment she started running towards Rakrahun again.

Suddenly, one tree emerged soundlessly and blocked Lawrence’s way.

“You crazy! Move!”

Then, giant leaves descended to the point where she couldn’t see properly and struck her cheek.

Smack.

“Ah! What is this!”

Surprised, she raised her hands, but the leaves, as tall as her, kept surrounding her, making it impossible for Lawrence to move forward as she continued to be ensnared like a trap.

“Aaah!”

At that moment when she was swinging the knife like a lunatic.

A familiar voice was heard from nearby.

“We finally meet again like this. Mother.”

A calm voice flowed amidst the chaos.

All of Lawrence’s movements came to a halt.

It was Bercheria.

“Uh…”

The leaves that were covering Lawrence disappeared as if lying.

Caught off guard by the unexpected movement, Lawrence, who had lost her balance, was about to fall when a white hand reached out and caught her.

Supported by that arm, Lawrence lifted her head and stared at Bercheria in front of her, grinding her teeth.

Even in this chaotic situation where everyone was in chaos, Bercheria still had a beautiful and serene gaze, alone.

Lawrence looked at the glittering golden ornaments like stars.

“Your appearance, inside and out, meeting such a perfect mother is probably the first time, right?”

Lawrence shook off the hand holding her and glared at Bercheria, but she was holding the knife with strength behind her back.

‘Dipper.’

Now, Dipper was no longer in this world, but at this point, Lawrence couldn’t help but think that sleeping with Dipper was like a gift.

‘Becoming a human who can kill a god.’

What greater blessing could there be?

Whether it was Bercheria or Rakrahun, the stroke of luck that anyone could kill if desired had come.

“What the hell do you want to ask me? Why did I put you in? Why did I torment you? Or what, do you want an apology? Who do you think you are! Who the hell are you…!”

“Did you feel lonely because no one loved you?”

“What…?”

“Were you lonely and in pain?”

Lawrence’s lips trembled.
“What, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Lawrence always considered each reincarnated life as a blessing from the Absolute Deity, but in reality, it was a curse.

A lonely life with no end in sight tormented Lawrence.

Born and reborn, she had never felt fulfilled.

She coveted what she couldn’t have, without even considering what was by her side.

She had never smiled in happiness or received complete love from someone.

Her increasingly twisted heart, always looking at a distant, unattainable place, would never be filled, no matter how many times she was reborn.

“Lawrence.”

Bercheria reached out and wiped her cheek, stained with blood and dust.

“I pity you. My mother.”

Lawrence’s pupils shook like an earthquake.

Bercheria’s body temperature, touching her cheek, felt vivid enough to perceive the sensation flowing along her skin.

“I, I…”

“Don’t worry. I’ve forgotten everything you’ve done to me.”

Lawrence just stood with a blank face, lips quivering.

“The curses you laid upon me, the whippings on my body, even the dried, twisted bread. Everything.”

Everything about Bercheria was shining brightly.

Lawrence could finally realize, albeit faintly.

Maybe she didn’t love Rakrahun.

Perhaps, it was because she didn’t want to admit that she couldn’t defeat this existence, hanging on to Rakrahun until now.

“Bercheria.”

Maybe what she truly longed for and loved in her heart wasn’t Rakrahun but Bercheria, this woman.

“Bercheria.”

Lawrence grabbed Bercheria’s wrist, which was on her cheek, tightly.

On top of it, the twilight ring she shared with Rakrahun sparkled and shone.

Lawrence had always wondered.

Why did that great deity, who was only human, devote his life to loving a mere woman?

Looking at Rakrahun, wanting to know the reason, had become Lawrence’s everything.

“My beloved daughter.”

Lawrence pulled Bercheria’s hand onto her heart.

With the white hand wearing the twilight ring, she pressed her dirty hand on top of it.

“I don’t know how happy I am to hear that. Bercheria. My Bercheria. Do you know how much I love you?”

Lawrence tilted her head and smiled happily.

“My daughter. My perfect daughter.”

Yes.

At this moment, she was completely filled with a sense of happiness.

“This mother is now tired. So.”

Lawrence took out the knife she had been hiding behind her back all along and embraced Bercheria tightly.

“Now let’s go together, my beloved Bercheria.”

“…!”

Swoosh.

Feeling the sensation of the knife piercing through her flesh, Lawrence smiled with happiness.
The sensation of the pure white dress hem being soaked in blood felt comforting.

“…Lo-Lawrence.”

Between Bercheria’s lips, sounds of painful moans were escaping.