角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
「也许…这就是在奥赫玛度过的最后一天了……」
在苦旅的尽头，她终于寻到冥界的线索，前往那或许有来无回的地方之前，她还想再好好看一眼世界。
那是黄金裔的浴池。
她记得阿格莱雅曾在氤氲的水汽中，将精心修补的手套送给她。
「蝶，和第一次见面相比，你变了许多呢。」
她惊喜地触摸着手套上美丽的花纹，那平日淡漠的领袖微笑着向她眨了眨眼。
「即使是如今的我，也能看到你那被寒冷包裹着的、炽热的心……」
那是屋后静谧的花园，它已被塑造成了她梦中的模样。
在那时空错乱的梦中，她常常遇到另一个自己，她们一同在花园中耕作，培育，直到荒芜的土地变为盛大的花海。
「但愿在未来，我也能如此播种希望……」
那是她为曾在指尖逝去的生命立下的纪念碑。
从哀地里亚的逝者，到逐火之旅的黄金裔…千年以来，她尝试记住每一个人的名字和过去。
「有人记着，就不算真正的逝去。」
那是她初见开拓者的地方。
相遇是一件多么神奇的事，她想，往日见惯的街道，因为人而有了特别的意义。
「阁下，我一定会用我的双手，为你带来……」
门扉时将近，约定启程的时刻也将到来。
在那热烈的阳光下，她许下最初的、也是最后的心愿：以那寒冷而漫长的一生作为开端，她将与她/他一同写下——
Character Story: Part IV
• Unlocked at Character Level 80
"Maybe... this will be my last day in Okhema."
At the end of a bitter journey, she finally found the clues about the nether realm. Before she headed to the place of no return, she wanted to look carefully at the world again.
That was the Chrysos Heir's bath.
She remembered how Aglaea once, in the thick steam, gave her a pair of gloves that she had carefully fixed.
"Cas, you've changed quite a lot, compared to the first time we met."
She touched the beautiful patterns on the gloves in surprise, and the usually indifferent leader smiled as she winked at her.
"Even the present me can see your scorching heart beneath the frigid cold..."
That was the serene garden behind the house, shaped like how it looked in her dreams.
In that chaotic dream, she often met her other self. They tilled and nurtured the garden together, until the barren soil transformed into a lush ocean of flowers.
"I wish that I can still sow seeds of hope like this in the future."
That was the monument she erected for the lives once lost at her fingertips.
From the deceased in Aidonia, to the Chrysos Heirs in the Flame-Chase Journey... Over a thousand years, she tried to remember everyone's name and past.
"If someone still remembers, they are not truly dead."
That was where she first met Trailblazer.
Encounters are such miraculous things, she thought. The streets that she was so familiar with in the past had gained a special meaning because of someone else.
"My lady, with my own hands, I will definitely bring you..."
As the Entry Hour draws near, the time for the promised departure is also nigh.
Under the blazing sunlight, she made her first and last wish: With the freezing and arduous life as a beginning, she will write with (him/her)—
A poem titled "Castorice," which ends with a true embrace.
