Abeth looked at him quietly.

  "Where are you traveling? Or are you looking for something?"

  Zaraf gave a small smile.

  "Oh… I'm searching for someone I lost. But I know I'll find them."

  Abeth tilted her head.

  "I hope you do. But if you find them… what will you do then?"

  Zaraf paused.

  "I didn't think about that." He looked at the sky. "Maybe I'll train… or go back home."

  "Home?" she asked softly. "Where is it?"

  "Hmm… it's far."

  Now that I think about it… I can't use my copy powers in my world. But can I use my element there?

  Bell's voice echoed in his mind.

  (No. In the human world, there is no mana. You won't be able to use any element. You'll just be… a normal human.)

  Not even you can use magic there?

  (No. Fairies can't enter the human world. No race can.)

  Why?

  (We don't know. But no race has ever succeeded. Even by force.)

  Abeth's voice interrupted his thoughts.

  "We've arrived in town."

  "Oh. Right. Coming."

  We'll talk later.

  After entering the town, they went to a small restaurant to eat.

  Abeth looked at him curiously.

  "How do you make money? I never see you working. Are you from a rich family?"

  Zaraf laughed lightly.

  "You could say… I have my own treasure bank."

  Bell immediately protested in his mind.

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  (Huh? Are you calling me a bank? If you say that again, I won't give you any money.)

  (Don't do that, Zaraf replied mentally. If you stop, I'll have to work. And if I work, how will I search for her fragment?)

  (Then don't call me a treasure bank.)

  (Okay, ma'am.)

  That night, they checked into a hotel.

  Zaraf turned to her.

  "I bought two rooms. You can take the right one. I'll take the left. Is that okay?"

  Abeth blinked, slightly surprised.

  "Huh? Ah… okay."

  She smiled gently.

  Two months passed while traveling.

  Bell spoke again in his mind.

  (I've checked carefully. Her soul fragment isn't in this world. How long are you going to stay here?)

  (After I settle her somewhere safe, Zaraf replied.)

  (If you say so…)

  The next day—

  "How long until the next town?" Abeth asked.

  "I'm not sure," Zaraf answered. "But we'll find out soon."

  She looked a little worried.

  That night, inside her room—

  Abeth slowly raised her hand.

  A small portal opened in the air.

  She stared into it silently… then closed it.

  And went to sleep.

  The next morning, after eating, they walked through town searching for a place.

  "So," Zaraf asked casually, "what kind of place do you want?"

  Abeth thought for a moment.

  "Somewhere… I can feel at home."

  Zaraf froze slightly.

  Home…

  Suddenly—

  A presence.

  Bell's voice turned sharp.

  (Why…? Zaraf, run. Now!)

  Without asking questions, Zaraf grabbed Abeth's hand and walked faster. Only after putting distance between them and the town square did he stop.

  "Did something happen?" Abeth asked.

  "No," he said calmly. "I just saw some suspicious people."

  She lowered her eyes.

  "Did they come for me? I'm sorry… because of me, you're in trouble."

  "Don't worry," he said gently. "We'll just go somewhere else."

  She stayed silent.

  After walking farther, they reached a large tree.

  A boy stood beneath it.

  His eyes locked onto Abeth.

  Then—

  He vanished.

  Zaraf immediately sensed something behind them.

  (He's behind you. Run!) Bell warned.

  "There you are."

  Before Zaraf could react, the boy reached for Abeth.

  Zaraf stepped in and blocked him.

  The boy's expression darkened.

  In one swift motion—

  He grabbed Zaraf's arm and threw him into a tree.

  Crash.

  The impact knocked the air from his lungs.

  The boy seized Abeth.

  Zaraf forced himself up.

  "Stay away from her!"

  (Run! He's dangerous!) Bell shouted.

  Zaraf ignored her.

  He charged.

  But in a blink—

  The boy appeared in front of him.

  Those eyes…

  Cold. Killing intent.

  Zaraf's body froze.

  Then suddenly—

  The boy paused.

  He stepped back slightly, narrowing his eyes.

  "So… you're the 7th Creator."

  His voice was calm, but heavy.

  "Don't interfere in my work."

  A portal opened behind him.

  Zaraf clenched his fists and lunged forward—

  But it was too late.

  The boy disappeared into the portal with Abeth.

  For a brief second—

  Her eyes met Zaraf's.

  Empty.

  Resigned.

  She didn't reach out.

  Then they were gone.

  Silence filled the forest.

  Zaraf stood there, breathing hard.

  "Who… was he?"

  Bell answered quietly.

  "His name is Rough."

  A pause.

  "And I think… she is a reincarnation."

  Zaraf turned sharply.

  "What?"

  "That's the only explanation. I felt something strange from the beginning."

  "Reincarnation…?"

  Bell continued softly.

  "Reincarnations are like creators. But they don't have physical human bodies like you."

  Zaraf's heart tightened.

  "What does that mean?"

  "It means…" Bell hesitated.

  "She died in the human world. And her soul was reborn into the Imaginary World, forming an imaginary body… with a small portion of creator power."

  Zaraf's eyes widened.

  "…Died?"

  His voice trembled.