Tiendavis - For Perfect Salvation (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 246

The short-haired saint sat hugging her knees.

She curled herself as small as possible, holding on so she wouldn’t vanish, while her eyes counted the distant stars filling Noche’s world.

“A tidal wave is coming.”

The saint of the previous world murmured.

Then, still in the same posture used to endure the cold, she spoke to another version of herself approaching her.

“Even if the world ends, you’ll be the only one to survive. You’re just like those born in Tienda.”

Ivy, unjustly accused, neither affirmed nor denied it, and simply gazed at the saint of the past world who had once tried to kill her.

That Ivy Ariate no longer attacked Ivy. As though having accepted a world already shattered beyond repair, she quietly—perhaps helplessly—counted the stars.

She had merely given up on killing herself to escape this tiresome cycle of destruction, yet the woman’s indifferent, cold back still treated herself with harsh detachment.

And now Ivy understood that this rejection stemmed from deep-rooted self-loathing.

“I kept wondering the whole way here—what I’d do when I met you.”

Ivy Ariate, who had learned how to cry from being abandoned, spoke to the Ivy Ariate who had once been trapped in a ruined labyrinth, unable to love anyone—not even herself.

Just as she said, Ivy had indeed wondered.

Should she cover this self-loathing with self-pity, scold her to stop wallowing, or persistently confront and lift her up, bit by bit?

After weighing many considerations, she chose one sentence to offer herself.

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