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beyond a crapton of hugelong chapters which are all concentrated in this little area. The journey yet
continues.

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 ARC 4: ETERNAL CONTRACT
PHASE 6 CHAPTER LIST

Chapter 118: The Day Alpha Orionis Smiled 3

Chapter 119: Back Then, Even Now, Love Unchanging 19
Chapter 120: Elior Forest, Glaciated Evermore 35
Chapter 121: Help Him 75
Chapter 122: Booming Reunion 95
Chapter 123A: Guthunter VS The Shield of Sanctuary 110
Chapter 123B: Happiness Reflected on the Water 122
Chapter 124: Listen Up, Stupid 138
Chapter 125: The Roswaal Mansion Battle 153
Chapter 126: Attack of Guiltilaw, Ebony King of the Woodlands! 165
Chapter 127: The Final Day of Roswaal Mansion 182
Chapter 128: Love You to Your Blood and Guts 195
Chapter 129: —Choose Me 205
Chapter 124B: You Reflected in the Mirror 244
Chapter 125B: Starting as Revenge 257
Chapter 126B: We'll Next Meet at a Tea Party 272
Chapter 127B: Never Quit 283
Chapter 130: Faces in the Snow 300
Interlude: Each Gives Concession 319
Interlude: Emilia Faction • Warlock • Spirit • Spiritualist 334
Appendix: Advent 358
 CHAPTER 118: THE DAY ALPHA ORIONIS SMILED
Emilia walks leisurely, with practised gait, along the unmarked trail with its tall tall trees.

She steps on grass, treads on earth, taking care not to trample on any flowers hidden beneath the
bulging roots. She feels the hard ground beneath her feet, but Emilia finds it strange—after all, she
is dreaming.
Nevermind how it goes in an ordinary dream, here she can feel the texture of the tree-bark, smell
the sweet aroma of the flowers, and feel the warmth of the breeze.

Emilia: “It's a dream world, but I can feel everything like normal. Why is that?”

Echidna: “Dream world, would be an entirely figurative descriptor for it. This is a place constructed
from the memories of the TRIAL's challenger, which drags in only the consciousness, a space fitting
for the appellation 'alternate world',. These are things withdrawn from the memory of you, the
challenger, so of course your senses can interact with this world. Conversely, if I attempt to touch
the ground or perhaps the trees, I won't feel any tactile sensation.”

Emilia: “So that's it. ...Can I go on a rampage, and turn the forest into a hodgepodge?”

Echidna: “What a barbaric and witchlike idea. Indeed you have tactile sense, but you can't influence
this world. To add, you and the living beings recreated in this world can't even touch each other.
Though, if the TRIAL were in another form then it would possible.”

Emilia: “Another form?”

Echidna: “Full of questions, aren't you. How about using your own head for once? Seek and you
shall find. Though for you, constantly spoiled and fawning on men as you are, I'd say it's outside
your capacity.”

Emilia: “Hmp...”

Emilia takes the lead, the WITCH OF GREED following behind while keeping a fixed distance.
Echidna gives her venomous lecture, sneering at Emilia's ignorance while looking thoroughly
unimpressed. But, despite that animosity, her statements are legitimate.

Emilia puts her hand to her mouth and thinks.

There is a difference between touchable memories and untouchable memories. A method for Emilia,
with only her mind present in this world, to touch the people who walk about these memories.

Emilia: “I thought about it but I couldn't get it. Tell me the answer.”

Echidna: “...”

Emilia: “What's wrong? Do you have a tummy ache?”

Echidna: “Your attitude gives me pyrosis. While it certainly feels unpleasant, if you exclude him
and my friends, the only one who could inspire such emotion in me would probably just be you.”

Emilia: “Echidna, you have friends.”

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How nice, is the nuance in Emilia's muttering. Echidna sighs.
It seems she did not take Emilia's statement with the nicest of interpretations. Emilia hesitates on
how to reword it to make it communicate properly, when,

Echidna: “The regrets of the past that you glimpse in the TRIAL do not consist of only a single scene
for everybody.”

Emilia: “Erm?”

Echidna: “There are pasts fixed on a single moment of time which you regret. And differing from
those, there are also ongoing... for example, pasts where you regret your relationship with
somebody. In the second case, the recreated past will not be a single isolated scene, but will instead
recreate those characters as they are inside the challenger. You could speak with them, touch them,
even make happy love with them.”

Emilia: “...Okay. So that's how it works.”

Emilia nods in comprehension.

Indeed, REGRETS can have these distinctions. Some people will regret that they got in a fight with
somebody, and some people will regret everything that came in the aftermath.
Which to conquer is entirely dependant on the person.

Emilia: “You don't like me, but you answered my question for me.”

Echidna: “Because I'm just sooo nice a person, is the kind of misunderstanding I'd loathe for you to
make. I've done nothing humiliating enough for you to regard me favourably. That I wind up
answering these questions is entirely a result of my disposition.”

Emilia: “Right, right.”

It doesn't put her in the most jovial of moods, but Emilia has more or less figured out how to
interact with the icy Echidna.
Echidna definitely hates Emilia like one would hate a serpent, but Emilia cannot dislike Echidna.
She doesn't know her well enough for that.
Reasoning backwards, it means that Echidna knows Emilia well enough to hate her this much—but
she will has no chance to ask about it here.

???: “—Huhu! Ahahha! Here! This way!”

Emilia: “Eep!”

The sudden and loud voice of a young girl calling from behind surprises Emilia.
She freezes, when the little girl circles around her to run past from behind her to before her and
away. It shocks Emilia that she had managed to come so close without Emilia noticing, but she
promptly senses that this was not because of her own negligence or inattention.

The girl who overtook Emilia runs about, her long silver hair flapping in disarray.
Amethyst eyes, a well-worn children's vestment. She dashes confidently around the forest, her face
as she laughs very familiar to Emilia.
This person is her young self—back when she knew no REGRET, Emilia in a bygone time.

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Echidna: “Utterly ignorant, but it's still astonishing how dumbly blithe she looks.”

Emilia: “Don't start saying things about little me too. And... we'll find out soon whether or not that's
anything bad.”

Such is Echidna's prejudiced judgement of the frolicking young Emilia.

Feeling a throbbing in her temples after objecting to Echidna's appraisals, Emilia grimaces.

Her contract with Puck has ceased, and her sealed memories are resurrecting one after another.
Her days spent with Mother Fortuna. Juice's group and how they brought supplies to the village.
The seal, and the FAIRIES who helped her escape the Princess Room. And, the day that she met Juice
who she wasn't meant to meet, and they became friends.

Emilia: “How did I manage to live without memory of these things, like it was completely
normal...?”

Emilia's memory was fraught with holes, but Emilia had lived without finding anything strange
about that at all.
Who knows what would have happened if she noticed the pitfalls, but without the TRIAL'S
involvement? There would be no recovering from it. Perhaps Puck, who would've known Emilia's
abnormal state better than anyone, didn't tell her about it because he understood that.

Pieces of her reviving memory still remain sleeping beyond the ajar door.
She had not been able to spy their entirety before challenging the TRIAL, but that was fine.

Here, in this TRIAL, all of Emilia's sealed memories will likely be revealed.
She can figure that something inside her will change definitively after having seen them.

Emilia: “But I'm not scared of that any more.”

Echidna: “Crying and bawling you cling to men or your father. Are you going to stop making
decisions typical of the filthy woman you are?”

Emilia: “I know they'd probably forgive me... but I don't want to do that, and for me or for Subaru
to feel disillusioned because of it. I don't want to be weak, and rationalising that I can stay weak.”

Echidna: “...Do whatever you want. All I'm doing is stockpiling yet another result in my memory.”

No matter how much spite Echidna spits, nothing can shake Emilia's nerve now.
Perhaps having perceived that over their conversation, Echidna resignedly closes her mouth.

The witch's comments have abated in their fury. Emilia gives a sigh and devotes her attention to her
past.
In front of her is Emilia, running about guilelessly. And,

???: “Please wait, Emilia-sama. It is perilous to traipse the area in this way.”

Emilia: “I'm not in danger, I'm fine. You're the one with scraped knees, Juice.”

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Juice: “No injury to myself is anything for concern. But any injuries you may sustain are dire. Not
even my death would constitute recompense for wounds imposed on your sumptuous skin.”

Chasing the frolicking Emilia is a tall man in black habit—Juice. His stern face gives rise to a
definite gentleness and affection as he softly chides Emilia, who continues capering heedless of his
warning.

???: “Juice. The way you said that actually made it sound sooo dirty.”

Juice: “My intentions in speaking had been otherwise... never would I consider Emilia-sama in such
a manner.”

Juice is addressed by woman following behind him as he follows Emilia—a woman with short
silver hair, sharp eyes and beautiful looks.
Having spotted her, Emilia's throat feels to cramp.

Emilia: “Mother Fortuna...”

Although aware that this healthy sight of her mother is only occurring in a memory, Emilia cannot
keep herself from feeling the urge to cry.
Emilia loved her. Respected her more than any other. Even after all this time, Emilia considers
Mother Fortuna a member of her family at least as precious as Puck.

Fortuna goes to stand beside the worried-looking Juice, casting him a glance.

Fortuna: “And that's not just for Emilia, it'd sound that way no matter who you said it to. You're
supposed to be getting on in years by now, Juice.”

Juice: “Age is something which presents rather little significance to me. Speaking in reference to
living for a long duration of time, by my view even yourself and Emilia-sama would be infants.”

Fortuna: “I'm an infant by his view... hrm.”

Fortuna lowers her gaze as she mutters displeasedly.

Juice's brows furrow in concern, but Fortuna does not respond. Instead Emilia toddles back to them,
her cheeks puffed out.

Emilia: “Aaugh! Mother Fortuna, Juice, how come you're not chasing me! We're playing tag! You
have to chase!”

Juice: “Ah! My deepest apologies, Emilia-sama. The failing of this negligent Romanée-Conti, to
persist lifelong and evermore...”

Fortuna: “Don't spoil her like that, Juice. —Emilia, you do remember why your mother and Juice
started chasing you, yes? Girls who don't think about what they've done annoy your mother sooo
much.”

Emilia: “Eep!”

A hint of anger slips into Fortuna's smile, prompting young Emilia's shoulders to hitch.

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She thinks back on why the two were chasing her, and realises that she has needlessly riled a
hornet's nest. Her face pales as she giggles in an attempt to distract from the issue, then turns and
breaks into a run and—

Fortuna: “No luck. Mother Fortuna caught you.”

Emilia: “Awuh! I'm sorry Mother Fortuna! It's not what you think! The fairies wanted to play, and
said to go outside, and so...”

Fortuna: “Girls who blame other people, or rather fairies, also annoy your mother. Do you
understand, Emilia?”

Caught in a hug from behind, Emilia panics while Fortuna speaks to her in whispers. Young Emilia
stops struggling and hangs her head dejectedly.

Emilia: “I'm sorry, Mother Fortuna. The room was so boring, and Juice is my friend so I wanted to
see him, and I just went out.”

Fortuna: “And then you ran away because I spotted you. You knew that you did something bad.
That was something you sooo shouldn't have done.”

Emilia: “I know...”

Fortuna: “You mustn't break promises. Keeping promises is important. Promises are a
representation of trust, and breaking them means betraying that trust. Don't do it.”

Close to tears, Emilia attempts to look down—when her face is caught between two hands, and she
is forced to look properly into that pair of amethyst eyes.

Fortuna: “Emilia, promise me. You'll keep your promises from now on.”

Emilia: “Mmhm... yes, I promise. I'm so sorry, Mother.”

Fortuna: “Alright. Everything's fine then.”

Having heard Emilia's teary pledge, Fortuna holds her darling daughter to her chest.
She tenderly strokes sobbing Emilia's silver hair, accepting her child's maturation with a gentle sigh.
When,

Fortuna: “Juice? What are you doing over there?”

Juice: “I-I have... w-witnessed, far too brilliant a sight... the tears... beyond my control...”

Juice squats in the shade of a tree as he presses a handkerchief to his face, bawling. Apparently
hearing that mother-daughter conversation had sent him over the emotional edge.
Seeing Juice cry both in her recovered memories and during the TRIAL leads Emilia to remember
that he was a weepy drunk. A warmth unfurls through her chest.

Fortuna: “But anyway, Emilia. These fairies you mentioned are...?”

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Leaving aside Juice as he blows his nose with the kerchief, Fortuna gets back to a part of Emilia's
testimony that bothered her. With the topic of FAIRIES raised, Emilia looks up at Fortuna from
within her embrace, her eyes still red.

Emilia: “Oh, they're...”

Emilia: “Fairies, come here.”

Young Emilia reaches out her arm as she speaks to the world.
As if her pale fingertips were a perch, several glowing lights appear, drifting over to convene
around her hand.
Both Fortuna and Juice look shocked to witness the sight.

Fortuna: “It couldn't be, minor spirits? And so many of them. ...How?”

Emilia: “...? I talked to them, and lots of them came out. They come out when I'm playing in the
Princess Room now.”

Juice: “To conduct this sum of minor spirits at such an age... Emilia-sama, it seems that you possess
distinguishable aptitude for spiritualism.”

Emilia: “Aptytoode, for spiritualism?”

Juice: “These who you call fairies are beings known as minor spirits. Extant ubiquitously
throughout the world, open your heart to them to converse and form a contract. Those who are
favoured by spirits, and borrow their strength to achieve the extraordinary, are referred to as
spiritualists.”

Emilia: “I can be one of those?”

Juice: “Certainly. Proceed to mature in good health, favoured by spirits as is presently so...
undoubtedly, many spirits, and more powerful spirits, will come under your direction.”

Emilia's face beams as she hears Juice's explanation.

But Fortuna stands up, and nudges her elbow into Juice's side.

Fortuna: “Hold on, Juice. No funny talk. Going off saying that managing a few minor spirits makes
you a spiritualist... and, Emilia doesn't need it.”

Juice: “So might be how you opine, but Emilia-sama shall not remain a child indefinitely. It will
happen that she cannot stay at your side. My belief would find its additional necessity in her
establishment of herself as herself once that eventuality comes.”

Fortuna and Juice, arguing over where Emilia's education should be focused.
Watching their exchange from aside, the older Emilia inevitably has to think it.

Emilia: “Mother Fortuna and Juice are like a mom and dad.”

Fortuna: “Wh!?”

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Without a trace of ill will in her expression, young Emilia states the exact thing that older Emilia
thinks.
Emilia watches Fortuna's face redden while agreeing with the fact that, yes, her younger self had
thought the same thing.

Fortuna: “Okay, Emilia, don't say anything weird. Your mother and Juice have known each other for
a very very long time, our relationship isn't one you can talk about like that.”

Juice: “Exactly, Emilia-sama. Fortuna-sama and myself have known each other for a very long
time... in fact, it would have been since being in the company of your mother and father...”

Fortuna: “—Juice.”

Fortuna starts with a frantic explanations, but Juice's loose lips lead her tone to plummet. Juice
seems to sense his mistake as he puts his hand to his mouth.

Juice: “Forgive me.”

Emilia: “Mother, and father?”

Fortuna: “I'm sorry, Emilia. We'll talk about that another time. But anyway you go back to the room.
I haven't forgiven the fact that you snuck out.”

Emilia: “Hrmp... You're so mean, Mother Fortuna...”

Feeling that Fortuna is trying to fudge the conversation, Emilia puffs out her cheeks to display her
displeasure. But Fortuna appears stubborn, and puts her hands to Emilia's puffed cheeks, pressing
down to make her expel the air.
With the air puffed out of Emilia's mouth, Fortuna goes down to match Emilia's eye level.

Fortuna: “Be a good girl, behave. This isn't the last time you're going to get to see Juice. I'll, erm...
make another chance for you to see him.”

Emilia: “Really!? You promise? No going back on it?”

Fortuna: “Oh, no, this girl. Just where could she've learned to be so fussy?”

Fortuna gives Emilia a wry smile as she brings up the previously-covered topic of promises, before
taking her in an embrace.

Fortuna: “Yes, I promise. This is a promise between you and me, and it's sooo important.”

Emilia: “...Okay then. I'll go back to the room.”

Young Emilia gives Fortuna a trusting nod.

Released from the hug, Emilia runs over to Juice before she can start her return to the Princess
Room. She extends her hand to Juice, smiling.

Emilia: “See you, Juice. Promise that we'll meet again.”

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Juice: “—Yes, assuredly. May we make audience again in the future. I shall be awaiting the day.”

Juice takes the small, extended hand, completing the handshake.

With her smile met with a smile, Emilia nods and nods and nods before releasing her hand and
announcing her goodbye.

Young Emilia readies to return to the Princess Room—

Echidna: “Here they are.”

Whispers Echidna, having silently watched over everything until now.

Emilia hears Echidna clearly and raises her head, looking around to try and determine what Echidna
is referring to—and spots it.

Emilia: “—”

A white young man.

White skin, white hair. He wears a simple shirt and pants, nothing ornate about him. His face does
have its looks, but even said he is lacking in anything defining, his appearance utterly banal.
He could mix into a crowd and disappear instantly with how he epitomizes all lack of individuality,
but his presence right here, right now, makes him seem an abnormal kind of outsider.

Fortuna: “...Who're you!?”

Fortuna in the memory also notices the man, immediately holding Emilia close as she voices her
clear caution.
The man leans against a tree trunk and runs his hand through his white hair.

Man: “Don't you think it follows reasonable sense that when asking a person for their name, you
begin by introducing yourself first?”

The reply makes Fortuna's eyebrow twitch.

Seeing this, the man's mouth twists, the atmosphere he emits dismal.

Man: “Who, is one of those questions where when you give this response I can only think it as stale
and trite but, now that I've actually wandered into a context fitting for that kind of thing why aha I
can indeed understand why people have the urge to say this. Here are fellow persons for the first
time making the presence of the other. Our standings are supposed to be definitively equal as we
begin in our efforts to establish a relationship, but now we have a condescending someone trying to
extort a name unilaterally. I wonder if it's occurred to you. That you're unconsciously,
unsympathetically, and by your own accord treating me as inferior, has that occurred to you?”

Fortuna: “...For a man, you sure love talking.”

Man: “For a man, is where your prejudice shows though and indicates how ignorant you are to
comparative examples of men. And first of all what right do you think you have to take these
creatures called MEN, a class which includes more individuals spread throughout the world than
what is conceivably countable, and compare me to them? This attitude of yours... it's giving me a
little trouble to overlook. It's all lacking in any degree of reasonable courtesy. It's taking this
individual I am, taking my rights, and disregarding them.”

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