"I-I-I...Yes I would like that."

All at once, he found himself inside a silver apple orchard.

"I thought we could use a different scene. And some privacy," she said, shrugging as part of her reply.

He blinked back at the Queen. Pale silver, almost white hair, adorning silver eyes and alabaster skin.

"The color motif runs strong..."

"Well, my ancestors were kind of fixated, anyways..." she snapped her fingers, and two of the nearest apple trees extended their branches and curved them towards the queen and her guests, becoming seats.

She lightly smacked an apple tree next to her and opened her palm, and a silver apple dropped onto it. She held it towards him.

"Thank you," he said as he took a bite and his eyes widened at the sheer sweetness, crisp texture, and nectar-like juice blessing his mouth with their graces. Words cannot-

And it was already fully consumed.

"It was delicious, but I am still must know what happened to my world."

"Well, imagine your experiences today, but apply it to the rest of your world," the Queen told him, all radiant smiles.

"...what do you mean?"

"Well, after the giant battle which you lead and won, the peoples of Abyss decided to explore. First time of peace in history, and after some awkward mapping of the world, they moved on."

"Moved on?"

"Yes. They made the best of their peace, and since the battle one hundred years ago, not a single war nor demon plagued the land. People enjoyed and protected the peace they suffered and sacrificed for so long for."

Clear waters flowed from an unmoving face.

"I... am glad," he said as his lips slowly formed an upwards crescent.

Alabaster arms enveloped a black clad form.

"Your friends wanted you to be happy. To see at least some of their closest survive, and move forward. Alarus did, and died sixty years later surrounded by grandchildren. Julia did as well, her life's dream of being a spice merchant successful. She died twenty years ago, after sending her great-granddaughters to universities built in you and your friends honor."

Black clad form met gazes with silver.

"I cannot go back there. The pain.. I cannot bear."

"...Then how will you move on?"

"...May I stay?"

Silver warmly smiled.

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