Iris took a deep breath.

The cool air seeped into every inch of her body.

She felt a sense of being alive, or something like that. Even if she was only a doll.

Why did you save me? This sinful me?

The moment Hilder's dark fog that clouded her mind was dispelled by Seria,

a sense of guilt weighed heavily on her, and she hadn't forgotten that.

It was only the warmth of their voices in her chest that allowed her to breathe.

Stay alive and stay with us. That's how you pay for what you did.

What you did cannot be undone, but you make up for it by saving more people than those you hurt.

With the help of Seria, Siran, and the Adventurer, Iris got back to her feet.

With her newfound mission, Iris was no longer a puppet to be manipulated.

She had a job to do.

"Iris, what are you doing here?"

Iris turned her head and saw Siran walking toward her.

"You must be disturbed by what Bakal said."

The new truth about Hilder that Bakal spoke of.

Siran spoke as if he knew how shocking it must have been to Iris.

"Not exactly. I've already realized that the truth I believed was a lie."

Siran saw Iris's eyes light up and relaxed.

She was already strong. If anything, he should be worried about...

"The Adventurer seems to be deep in thought right now, too."

Iris looked at Siran as if she had heard something unexpected.

She then thought about the Adventurer who, like her, was in a confusing situation.

"I'm sure they'll be fine. The Adventurer is..."

Instead of finishing her sentence, Iris smiled.

Siran smiled, too, as if he had worried for nothing.

"I think Michelle is calling us. Let's go."

Iris, walking alongside Siran, glanced back absentmindedly.

For a moment, Iris seemed to feel some kind of magic.

When they were caught up in the dimension of the Machine Revolution, she felt a sense of enchantment. Wait, is there still something here?

"What's wrong?"

With Siran's words, the magic faded.

"Oh no, nothing. Let's go."

Iris dismissed it as a passing sensation and kept walking.