Shannon slowly placed the brush to the side as a depressed sigh escaped her lips.
The image of a black-haired teenager, whose body was slowly dispersing into nothingness could be seen on her canvas.
Although there were quite a few people inside the room, almost no sound could be heard, except Princess Aila's sobbing. The angelic Princess had already collapsed on the floor and was crying her eyes out the moment Conan died.
"I kept my promise, Aila. The rest is up to you."
Conan's last words were still fresh in her mind as the sadness she was feeling intensified. The Devil Familiar was her first real friend, and they had been together ever since William had asked Conan to take her on a tour of the academy.
