Unaware of the changes happening with Magnolia, Samuel watched as the spiritual light, representing faith gathered, faded away, and he suddenly felt all his strength drained.
His silhouette swiftly vanished on the horizon.
Since this wedding failed to bring back his wife, then... there’s no longer any need to persist.
...
Capital Metropolitan,
The small yard on Demon Street.
Leaving everyone behind, Samuel’s figure slowly appeared in the small yard.
This was the small yard where Scarlett and he once lived.
Originally, they were two separate yards, but later, as the ginkgo tree’s canopy occupied half of both yards, to allow the tree better growth, the wall between the two yards was removed.
Staring at the giant ginkgo tree quietly standing in the empty yard, Samuel no longer sought anyone and instead walked step by step to the tree.
His Golden Light was exhausted, and next, he would fall into sleep.
This is where he chose to sleep.
If... one day she could return, at least he could sense her presence first.
By then, no matter where his consciousness lay, as long as she called him, he would awaken immediately.
Will she still call for him?
The half-Vital Stone belonging to her was returned, his Golden Light exhausted; in this world, what else remains connected between him and her?
He doesn’t want to fall asleep.
If he sleeps, the world would truly forget she ever existed.
After falling asleep, once he wakes again, if he too forgets her like everyone else, then what?
"Scarlett... Scarlett..."
Sitting under the ginkgo tree, Samuel rested his forehead against the tree trunk, repeatedly whispering that name, until finally, tears slipped down uncontrollably.
He used all his strength, but still could not find her.
"Scarlett, tell me, what should I do..."
Scarlett...
Tears fell onto the thick roots of the ginkgo tree, instantly seeping in.
Araminta and Liora emerged at some point, seeing the tears on his face, seemingly startled, and quickly became anxious.
The two little ones jumped onto his shoulder, reaching out effortfully to wipe the tears from his face.
Araminta managed to reach a tear, and her arm was instantly soaked.
Seeing this, Liora’s small head anxiously swayed left and right as if searching for something to wipe his tears.
Suddenly, it spotted a fallen ginkgo leaf on the ground, and immediately jumped down, grabbed a leaf, ready to leave, but its gaze was caught by a hint of Golden Light beneath the leaf.
The tree root below the leaf began to glow, and something slowly emerged from the root as the golden light shone.
Samuel paid no heed to the two little ones’ actions, weakly leaning against the ginkgo tree, closing his eyes, awaiting the moment to fall asleep.
At this moment, Liora suddenly jumped into his palm, an unfamiliar weight carrying a familiar aura made him slowly open his eyes, and upon seeing the object in his palm, he was struck dumb.
Liora was holding an Ancient Bell in its arms, currently attempting to place it into his palm.
The bell was being pressed but never emitted a single sound.
Samuel stared blankly at the Ancient Bell in his palm, gazing at the intricate patterns on the bell.
His breath unknowingly halted.
Samuel reached out, fingers gently touching that bell, sensing the familiar yet weak aura lingering around it; his previously stagnant heartbeat suddenly thundered.
This is... Scarlett’s Soul Bell.
The Soul Bell once gifted to Althea, why would it appear here?
The unique Soul Bell that represents the Demon Soul concentrated on the Soul Tree, belonging to Scarlett Jennings, with one half having disappeared with the falling Soul Bell, and the other half vanished with Althea’s sacrificed Divine Soul.
Now, appearing suddenly beneath the ginkgo tree.
Samuel doesn’t believe this is a coincidence, but... the appearance of the Soul Bell brings another hope.
Struggling against the encroaching sleep, Samuel sits up straight again.
The birth of the Soul Bell represents the awakening of Demon Blood, in this world, where all traces of Scarlett were erased, her Soul Bell remains intact, signifying her existence hasn’t been completely wiped out.
If the Soul Bell could sound, perhaps she could hear it...
With this thought, Samuel hesitated not, placing the Soul Bell in his palm, desperately gathering his body’s spiritual power, attempting to ring the Soul Bell.
But he was already drained of Golden Light, and further, a Soul Bell cannot be rung except by its owner.
Despite his full efforts, the Soul Bell in his palm did not move an inch.

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