I'll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband - Chapter 114.1

The next place the black snake pushed her into was a white space. Truly, a white space with nothing in it.

[Philia is different from Gerald. All Gerald’s soul needs is to be brought back, as it was only separated in the past. But Philia’s body has already decayed and disappeared. Reviving the dead is a particularly difficult task.]

“So, what are we supposed to do here?” There must be a way since they brought her here. She wanted an answer without a long story. You said there could be a problem with Gerald, but aren’t you too relaxed? Truth be told, she cared more about Gerald than Philia. Her actions to save Philia were driven by a humanitarian dimension and a desire that, now that the Crown Prince was awake, he might be able to help even a little. But more important than all of that was Gerald remaining safely by her side.

[You will now resurrect a dead person, Louiella, using the power taken from the White Snake.]

“Is that even possible?”

[It is possible for you. Since you were in contact with the fragment of Philia’s soul that remained until the end. First, you must find that soul within this place.]

“How do I do that?”

[Call Philia’s name. With great sincerity.] The black snake’s voice sank low. [With the wish for her to live.]

It sounds abstract.

“Philia. Beloved Philia. Philia, appear!”

“This won’t work, will it?”

She sat down in her place, hesitating. Reviving with the power of the White Snake could mean that this was the White Snake’s domain. It was so white that it seemed like she might develop a mental illness.

“…Are the souls devoured by the White Snake here?”

[Yes. Those who died unjustly will receive a new life.]

“What if Philia doesn’t want it? What if she doesn’t want to return to the Crown Prince but wishes to be reborn?”

[That’s up to her choice. But wouldn’t you at least try?]

The black snake’s laughter echoed in the white background. It seemed to be in a good mood throughout.

[Thinking about even that, you’ve grown up a bit.]

“What? I was already an adult. Why are you saying this?”

She clenched her fist and looked around. The space was so surreal that she doubted she could find any clues. However, upon closer inspection, it wasn’t entirely white. There were small cracks, and upon examining the wall closely, it seemed to be full of drawers.

Could there be souls inside? Maybe she had become indebted as well, if Gerald hadn’t turned back time and found a cure. The third life was probably outstanding because the disease Niseplora had awakened.

[And Gerald’s awakening was a bit faster.]

The black snake interjected into her thoughts.

[Gerald usually descended into the Abyss at a later age, but this time it was a bit faster. It was somewhat special. Gerald developed Nisephor to save you, and it also saved your father. That, too, was one of the signs of fate.]

“What if it had failed? What if such a thing hadn’t happened?”

[Gerald would have turned back time even if it meant sacrificing his life.]

“But wasn’t there a limit of three times?”

[Those three times refer to the limit the soul can endure. Going beyond that is possible. Originally, I determined the order of the world. Turning back time is nothing to me. Whether Gerald could endure what comes next was uncertain.]

“…If Gerald turned back time again… he could have lost his emotions when he was young.”

[That’s correct.]

She wasn’t sure whether to be angry at Gerald’s recklessness or grateful for her unwavering love in such a situation. It was a sigh-inducing situation.

Gerald’s love was blind, capable of doing anything for his sake.

Then what about Philia?

She also risked her life with a blind love to protect the Crown Prince. She couldn’t have been much different from Gerald.

“Philia.”

Somehow, shhe felt like she could understand Philia. She, too, might have closed her eyes and turned back time at least once to save Gerald, and then again, and again.

Wouldn’t Philia be the same? The feeling of thinking about someone couldn’t be false.

“Philia, my dear. I want to have a conversation.”

That, at least, was sincere.

And there was a response, as a white, long cabinet jutted out. It was within a visible distance but quite far.

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