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Chapter 1472: Celebration and the Unforeseen

“Cheers!” Agatha raised her cup.

“Cheers—!” The Witches rang back like a bell. Dozens of cups climbed into the air and clashed together. Among those raising them were Taquila Witches, who had lost their sense of taste long ago, and the Union’s senior members who had long since become carriers. It was the latter, especially, who laughed loudest — humans who had survived the previous Battle of Divine Will with nothing but despair and helplessness for company, and who now felt that weight lift from their chests and found they could laugh with the rest, even more freely than the rest.

Not every sacrifice yields a return. Not every persistence ends in light. It was precisely because these centuries of sacrifice and persistence had not been for nothing that they moved people at all.

“Hey…” Nana studied Pasha and the others with unconcealed curiosity. “Can you actually taste anything drinking like that?”

The God’s Punishment Witches had only lost their sense of taste, but Pasha, Alethea, and Celine’s method of drinking had exceeded every expectation. They curled their tentacles and poured the alcohol over their shells as if showering, the liquid sheeting down in amber curtains.

“Of course. We have no mouths, but the short tentacles on our surface can distinguish flavors and absorb moisture — and our sensitivity exceeds the typical human’s.” Pasha smiled back. “Besides, a carrier’s sense of taste is unlike a human’s. We can perceive things we have never encountered before.”

“Wow… What does it taste like? I’m so curious!” Lightning’s eyes lit up.

“According to Quest Society research, humans cannot understand what they have never experienced. Even if she described it, you couldn’t picture it.” The Ice Witch refilled her cup. “If you genuinely wish to exceed that limitation, the only path is to become a carrier yourself.”

“Agatha — are you actually considering it?” Celine said, a strange note in her voice.

“Once this is all over, I intend to undergo a Soul Transfer before rebuilding the Quest Society.” Agatha nodded without the slightest hesitation. “A Witch’s lifespan doesn’t reach a hundred years. As a carrier, I can continue my research indefinitely.” She smiled at Lightning. “As for people like you, who are made of curiosity — you’d be ideal for the Quest Society. Interested?”

“But we can’t fly as carriers, can we?” Lightning thought it through. “I haven’t finished exploring the world. Perhaps I’ll consider it the day I can no longer fly.”

“Phew…” Lorgar drained a large mug in one long pull and set it down with a breath. “What are you all talking about, as if the Battle of Divine Will is finished? We just managed to defeat the demons. There are still stronger enemies on the far side of the continent. No one can guarantee the war ends the moment we reach the Bottomless Land. So we can only drink and celebrate today, as much as we can!” She reached for the barrel beside her. “Eh? It’s empty. Where’s the refill?”

“Everyone, please drink slower. Evelyn has already been making far too much today.” Molly directed her magic servants to carry away the empty barrels. “Everyone on the floating island is celebrating tonight. Even at full strength, she can’t supply all of it.”

Whether Chaos Drink or alcohol, both were pleasures — and no one had been willing to waste valuable cargo space hauling them up to the floating island before departure. The obvious solution had been to bring Evelyn herself. With water, she could convert endlessly. But with the entire island celebrating, even her reserves had proven somewhat thin.

“Pfft.” Anna laughed from her seat of honor, sudden and unguarded.

“What’s wrong?” Everyone turned to look.

“Nothing. I just thought of something amusing.” She shook her head. “Roland used to say he couldn’t understand why civilization simulations treated alcohol as such a necessity. That even when lacking food and clothing, a little alcohol raised people’s contentment and happiness — while adequate food and clothing caused unrest. He said it was completely incomprehensible.” She glanced at the room. “It seems it’s not without reason.”

“Ahh, here we go. Brother’s strange ideas again.” Tilly rolled her eyes.

The room broke into laughter.

“By the way — has His Majesty still not stepped away from his work? Surely he can leave it for a single evening.” Wendy looked toward the passageway.

Roland had appeared at the start of the celebration, given a brief opening address, then retreated to his office. The demons would likely approach them soon, he had said; he needed to handle what was on hand before he could celebrate in good conscience.

“I’ll go hurry him.” Anna stood.

“We’ll leave it to you,” Wendy said warmly.

The underground cave where the Witches gathered was not far from Roland. A narrow passageway connected it to the office area beneath the command center. The staircase between the General Staff and the command center was busy even now — footsteps ascending and descending without pause. The journey to the Bottomless Land was too important to ignore, even on this night.

But she had not come solely to pull him away from his desk. Nightingale was with him, and the war’s end had triggered the beginning of their agreement. Anna held that thought as she knocked.

“Come in. It isn’t locked.” Nightingale’s voice, not Roland’s.

Seeing Anna, Nightingale’s expression shifted — surprise first, then something uneasy. “Uh — why are you here…”

“For the agreement, obviously.”

“N-now? Wait — I’m not prepared yet—”

A rare slyness crossed Anna’s face. “I’m joking. Everyone sent me to drag him to the celebration.”

“Ah.” Nightingale exhaled — relief, and somewhere beneath it, a note of something else. Wistfulness, perhaps.

“Though the agreement is part of it. We can speak about that as well.” Anna looked at Roland, slumped against the desk, motionless. “Is he in the Dream World?”

It took Nightingale a moment to realize the comment was deliberate. “Yes,” she said, resigned. “He said he needed to check on the Design Bureau’s new projects and discuss follow-up matters with the senior lord demon. He wouldn’t be long. If you want to wake him, just nudge him — apparently it can be interrupted at any time. Time doesn’t pass the same way there.”

Anna nodded and reached to nudge Roland.

He didn’t move.

“Strange. That’s always worked before. Is he too exhausted from the past few days?” Nightingale put both hands on Roland’s shoulders and shook — no response. She tried with more force, lifting him slightly, and he fell back against the chair without resistance, arms sliding down along his sides, as though every bone in him had simply stopped cooperating.

Both of them went still.

Their expressions changed at once.

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