"What do you think happeo the inal timeline?" Man asked, her voice boung off the high ceilings.

  Man and Burn sauntered down the grand corridor of the Edensor pace.

  Man was still in her bck dress, adorned with intricate d subtle bck jewels. Burn, oher hand, was an oversized robe that did a good job of hiding his injuries and thinner build.

  Burn furrowed his eyebrows, a look that typically signaled his fusion or irritation. It was the former this time. "The time before you cursed me?"

  "Yes," Man nodded, her affirmation g with the occasional soft king of Man's dress adors and the rustle of Burn's oversized robe. "What do you think happened after I killed myself?"

  "Nothing happened," Burn said, his voice eg the nothingness he spoke of.

  "Nothing happened, yes," Man agreed, nodding twiphasis. "The world looped back to three years prior. To the exact point in time I had chosen, before you started the war."

  It wasn't that the timeline tinued on its own without Burn and Man. It didn't disappear or distinue like a fotten tale. That timeline simply became the past, and this timeline became the present.

  "I bent time. I forced time to run in a circle," Man stated.

  "Caliburn, I didn't curse you, I cursed time," Man crified. "I did it under your name."

  She had screamed his name before sacrifig herself.

  Burn was he target of her revenge. He was simply a tool she used to rewrite time—a suitable, fitting tool.

  "My soul is infinite, so it isn't difficult for me to sustain a few loops without killing my mortal body,” she said. "I, for one, could sustain ten more loops if you tio be so stubborn."

  "A three-year loop?" Burn asked.

  "If it was less than three years, I'd be able to sustain even more," Man expined, her tone as casual as one discussing the weather.

  "And if you 't?" Burn raised his eyebrows, a silent challeched into his features, "What will happen if you die?"

  "Only my mortal body will die, my soul will still hang around," Man said, her words as light as a feather but carrying the weight of eternity.

  She was… an actual immortal being.

  So, the act of sacrifig her mortal body could trigger the time loop, and if the body at the start of the loop died because her soul couldn’t sustain it anymore, her soul would... huh?

  "Pfft..." Man giggled, the sound eg down the corridor like a pyful ghost. "Don't think too much about what would happen to me when my mortal body dies. The loop will still happen heless."

  Man's mortal body took one for the team, so to speak, because her soul energy dissipated after footing the hefty bill for the time loops. But she regained her soul energy through her experienced Vision art training and the nature of her infinite soul.

  “I think it might be my lungs? The an that failed the st time…?” Man mused, remembering that she lost her breathing at the time. “It could be my heart ime, or my brain. Or perhaps even a sloainful killer, like my kidneys or liver…”

  “e to think of it, how did you recover so quickly this time?” Burn asked, his curiosity peeked its head out.

  “Well, I didn’t squahe Forergy you bestowed upon me like a prodigal child," Maed. "I might not be the poster child for Force art, but your Force is strong and pure, I’d manage if you give me a little bit of time—ah!”

  And just like that, she tripped and fell.

  Burn couldn’t stifle his grin, the sight of Momo's stumble teasing a smirk onto his usually stoic face. Ah, muscle atrophy, her unwele panion, had made its appearance again.

  Momo, of course, slowly picked herself up. Her legs wobbled a bit, like a newborn fawn trying to find its footing. From a Force user's perspective, she hahe fall like a seasoned professional.

  Yet, there was a certain charm in seeing this formidable Vision user in a state of temporary helplessness. Like watg an eagle walk instead of fly, it ectacle indeed.

  "Why don't you ask for more kisses? Aren't you tired of being so weak?" Burn sighed, grabbing her arms to steady her.

  "Do I look like someone who would beg a dying man for his Force?" she shot back.

  "Yesterday, you did," the man reminded her.

  "Huh?" Momo tilted her head, a picture of innoce. She whispered under her breath, "Oh... you didn't notice..."

  "Notice?" Burn blinked in a frown.

  "Didn't I tell you..." Momo tilted her head, and suddenly, a smile bloomed on her face. A radiant, beaming smile that made Burn narrow his eyes, like sunlight breaking through a stormy cloud. "...nothing."

  "What?" Burn demanded, his voice eg down the corridor. But the witch maintained her elegant sileg her arms onto his as they resumed their jourhrough the pace's veins.

  What the fuck was that kiss, then?

  "Anyways, if you die, you'll be the one who pays for the loops, so~!" Momo decred, pulling a locket neckce from her dress pocket with the casual fir of a magi revealing their final trick. "I prepared this for you."

  Burn accepted the neckce, his fingers closing around the locket, the etal a stark trast to the warmth of Momo's words.

  With a gentle push of his thumb, he ope. Inside, a small painting of the woman beside him smiled back. The painting and the locket itself looked a little worn, like a beloved book read ooo many times.

  Yet, something about it stirred a sense of familiarity in Burn.

  "This looks like…" his own painting.

  "See? Even my face is in it. If you wear this, even if you die, I'll still be the one who'll pay for the loop," Momo said. "Don't be afraid ing it to deadly battles, I've ented it to be iructible too."

  Ihe style of the painting bore a striking resembo his own, but it was too... tender, like a lulby pared to his ary battle cry.

  Burn was a warrior, and his brush strokes carried the weight of a thousand wars, a potency that was spicuously absent in this delicate depi.

  trasting the two, he was unsure which image was a more faithful rendition of the beauty that was Man.

  No, wait.

  Burn had paihe future Man. He paihe woman who had lost everything. This painting, though... in this one, Man was...

  Momo.

  Hmm...

  How to put this?

  It was as if this Man and that Mawo pletely different people. This painting was more Momo than Man, like paring a m's gentle dew to an afternoon storm.

  Upon reag the grarance of the pace, they were greeted by a motley crew of individuals. They spanned across various ages, some teetering on the brink of old age, while others were just beginning their journey into adolesce.

  These weren't just any random folks. They were the male desdants of the Elysian royal family.

  The moment they spotted Momo, ambling towards them with her characteristic grace, their faces lit up. And then, in a chorus that would put any choir to shame, they hailed her—"Fairy Godmother!"

  Right.

  The name Man Le Fay wasn't something that just popped up out of nowhere. It had roots that went bae hundred years or so. Very few khat it had inated from these persecuted princes from a time long, long ago, fondly addressing her as their 'Fairy'.

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  Now we know why she was called the 'Infinite' and the 'Fairy'. Guess why Man was called a witch :'vvvvvv

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