The carriage, which had been riding on a hillside for about an hour, gradually slowed down and abruptly came to a stop.

A coachman jumped down from the coach’s seat, opened the door, and extended his hand. Once again, Lillia didn’t hesitate and took his hand first.

Standing on the ground, she looked around carefully.

The vast plain below the hill suddenly interrupted, and only the distant void existed between the two severed lands.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Lillia, turning away from the cliff, twisted her dry lips and spoke with a sardonic smile.

The wind blowing from behind tangled Lillia’s hair into clusters.

Liz was just five steps away from her.

In the original work, the composition would have been like this. And…

“Die for me. You have to die for Cain to love me.”

Originally, Liz should have said this to Lillia. But now, she had no such thoughts or reasons.

“So, you wish for it.”

“…”

“I won’t stop you. If you want to die, go ahead.”

Unlike the original work, Liz didn’t press Lillia.

She just clenched her fists and watched silently. Lillia glared at Liz with fierce eyes.

“Why?”

Liz tilted her head to the side.

“You have the courage to take poison but not the courage to fall off a cliff?”

“…”

“Or do you want to decorate the end as a pitiful sister pushed to death by a wicked older sister?”

Although Liz continued not to hear the answer, venom gradually diminished in her sister’s eyes.

She waited in silence for a moment.

Then, when the wind stopped messing up her blonde hair, and the sun engraved a faint glow in her eyes instead of venom, she spoke again.

“If you don’t have any other reason to die other than wanting to be remembered as a deceased saint by the infamous villainess…”

“…”

“I might give you something you’ve never had before.”

“…What’s that?”

“An option.”

Liz blinked slowly and said, “I’ll give you a chance to choose something for yourself. You’ve never experienced that before, have you?”

At that moment, Lillia’s pupils regained a vivid emerald color.

As Liz had said, Lillia had always been in a passive position in the grand and petty events of her life.

No matter what happened, only an unknown road to walk lay ahead of her. There was no room for choices. There was no turning back. She had to walk forward unconditionally.

The ways of life she learned to make the journey less painful couldn’t save her in crucial moments.

In an attempt not to be thrown away, she desperately clung to everything.

But now, she was completely abandoned by everything she clung to.

It was disappointing and incredibly empty. The only desire was to just die.

A choice for herself? A choice?
“Don’t act like you know everything. What do you know about the one who has it all? How could you possibly understand my feelings?!”

Lillia widened her eyes and vented her frustration.

Liz wanted to speak her mind as well.

‘How would you know? I was like that in my past life, so I know.’

“Sure. I don’t know. How can I know your feelings when I don’t even understand mine?”

“…”

“But even if I don’t know, can’t I do something for you? Isn’t that right?”

At that moment, from a slightly distant place, a clattering sound was heard, and the carriage wheel crossed over a rough surface. Lillia’s gaze turned in that direction.

A new carriage had just arrived next to the carriage they had ridden a little while ago.

It was slightly smaller and more elegantly decorated, but it was a high-quality carriage.

“So, choose. Where will you go on that carriage?”

Lillia’s gaze returned to Liz. Liz continued speaking.

“I hope you decide right here. To Verium Hujack, perhaps? Or somewhere else?”

“…”

Lillia remained silent for a moment. Her eyes seemed to lose focus as her consciousness turned inward.

Liz couldn’t understand why there needed to be such contemplation, but she patiently waited.

Finally, Lillia’s eyes regained focus.

“I’ll go somewhere else.”

Satisfied with that answer, Liz asked again.

“You thought well. So, where is your destination?”

“A place where I won’t see my sister again.”

“…”

Lillia’s face as she spoke those words did not show any signs of hating Liz. Liz smiled bitterly and said.

“Honesty suits you.”

“The judge said the same when I was sentenced.”

Lillia said.

“He said that there’s no such thing as a separate villain; anyone could become a villain when put in a villainous situation. In my case, that situation was my sister.”

“…”

“Let’s not meet until we die. Well, even if I plug my ears, I’ll probably hear about my sister. As for me… if there’s no news, just assume I’m living well.”

Liz felt a bitter feeling at those words.

Was it because an unfamiliar affection had entered?

Or perhaps because the expectation she briefly harbored, hoping Lillia would wander freely like an ordinary sister once she discarded her mask, was disappointed?

Whatever it was, it didn’t matter.

She had an obligation to respect her sister’s choice.

“All right then.”

Liz raised one hand.

Just then, the coachman who had driven the carriage Liz came in rushed over.