You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

It's nothing really, just some food and clothing.

She shouldered her pack, changed into armor and a cloak, and hung her sword at her side.

"Stay in Maple Town for now," Isolde said. "I'll come pick you up later."

"Okay. But what if we don't have a necklace that can resist magical intrusion?"

“It will,” Isolde repeated. “It will.”

Isolde left.

She left so abruptly that even Lott thought she was just going for a stroll nearby.

If she were to stay for a farewell meal, she wouldn't be Isolde.

Lotte scratched his head, standing at the town gate watching Isolde's small figure gradually melt into the setting sun and finally disappear.

"Mr. Lott, has your wife... left?"

Lotte turned around and saw that it was Lily, a descendant of the Hagen family.

Lily and the pregnant Hagen look nothing alike, and thankfully they don't.

"Let's go, let's go." Lott and Lily walked back to Maple Town together. "I don't know when we'll be back."

"Then you..."

Looking into the girl's bright, sparkling eyes, Lotte suddenly realized something was wrong.

Lotte is now a paladin, far exceeding the average level of adventurers in Maple's End. In Lily's eyes, he is the "amazing older brother" that people talk about.

"Lily, how old are you?"

"14."

Lott rubbed her head. "So young. My wife is over two hundred years old."

"Over two hundred years old?!"

“But I estimate it’s more than that. She’s hiding her age; she might be over a thousand years old.”

"Mr. Lott, you must be lying to me."

"I'm not lying to you."

The setting sun cast long, long shadows of the two people, blending into the bustling streets of Fengen Town.

After Isolde left, Lot never went to the elven territory again.

Isolde left him a large sum of money, enough to last him a lifetime.

However, he would occasionally take on missions from the Adventurers' Guild, cultivate a good relationship with the receptionist, and inquire about what had happened in the last two hundred years.

The major events that happened were nothing more than a prince launching a coup or another war breaking out between countries.

During the day, he continued to hunt monsters and practice his skills. At night, he would return to the inn to read.

Without the magic of the elven territory, his progress in improving his magic proficiency began to slow down. Three months passed, and only [Arcane Missile] and [Wind Blade] had reached Lv.3.

Lotte now has a total of 24 attribute points, a number that makes him capable of fighting against intermediate mages.

He only dared to grind his magic proficiency when Isolde was away.

One day, Lily came to the hotel to play with Lotte again.

"Lily, why don't you go out and play with more kids your own age?"

"Why don't you go out and play with people your own age, Mr. Nalot? You've been all alone since your wife left, and you don't have any friends."

"I don't like making friends."

"Is Mr. Lott still grieving over Mrs. Lott's passing?"

"Hmm? Why would you think that?"

Lily pulled up a stool and sat down next to Lott. "You two seem to get along very well, Mr. Lott. Could you tell me about your wife's story?"

"No way. I don't even know her story."

Lily clung to Lotte's arm and shook it incessantly until Lotte couldn't take it anymore. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you. What do you want to hear?"

"How did you and Lord Isolde meet?"

"It's pretty bad, I don't really want to talk about it."

How did they fall in love?

"I can't remember, and I don't really want to talk about it."

Lily pouted, "Then you must know what kind of person your wife is!"

"He only likes to eat bread, and occasionally he sleepwalks and kicks me in the middle of the night, but he is also very hardworking. That's about the kind of person he is."

"What kind of answer is that?"

“I don’t really know her.” Lott ruffled Lily’s hair. “We’re probably only together for money.”

"Is she after your money?"

“I was after her money.” Lott glanced out the window. “Lily, you should go back now, it’s getting dark. Your mother will worry.”

"Alright. Mr. Nalot, remember to come visit me at the shop another day. I'm so bored by myself."

"Alright, go ahead."

Lily leaned against the door, her face flushed, and said to Lott, "If your wife comes back, remember to let me know."

At this moment, Lotte's control panel popped up.

[Isolde's death marks the beginning of a retrospective journey]

Lotte's vision began to turn white, and Lily stopped in her tracks, gradually being swallowed up by the white light.

Isolde chooses to inherit the "Tears of Alfheim," and the world rewinds to the year 221.

He's going to see Isolde.

The wails gradually rose behind us, and the setting sun was replaced by the dawn of a new world.

Loth returned to Orlandis, back to the castle.

The smell of blood mingled with a faint floral fragrance, and Isolde returned with him.

No matter where the two are separated in this world, they will be brought back together with death.

White hair gently brushed against Lot's cheek, and Isolde took a step closer to Lot.

She took out a necklace and handed it to Lott.

"For you."

Lott didn't take it immediately: "What is this?"

"What we agreed upon."

"What...agreement?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Isolde's hand, which was handing over the necklace, froze in mid-air.

Her icy blue eyes magnified slightly at that moment, reflecting Lott's bewildered face.

With her death, the memories of Fengen Town were forever left in the Honkai world.

Chapter 66 After accepting my gift, there's no need to say thank you.

In the sunlight, the sapphire necklace shone with dazzling light.

As Isolde moved her hand slightly, tiny specks of light trembled incessantly on her face.

She forgot.

Forgetting death is not a beginning, but an end.

Isolde looked down at the "Tears of Alfheim" in her hand and remained silent for a long time.

Developing feelings in the simulation world is a major taboo; it's an abyss from which there's no turning back, and it will cause indelible damage to one's real self.

She came here to become a "legendary" figure, not to fall in love or enjoy life.

Isolde slowly clenched her fist, hiding the "Tears of Alfheim" in her palm.

Following her previous habits, she would choose to speak as little as possible, or even avoid communicating with Lotte altogether, in her future interactions with him, to prevent a similar situation from happening again.

Because Isolde always did this, no matter who she met.

Isolde stretched her hand out to Loth, and the "Tears of Alfheim" suddenly slipped from her palm.

The necklace didn't fall to the ground; instead, it remained firmly on her fingertip.

Isolde asked, "Is it beautiful?"

"Hmm? It looks good."

"It's yours."

Isolde took a step closer to Lot, held the necklace in her hands, and reached down to fasten it around the back of Lot's neck.