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+To the dead, when she bids farewell,\\
+She casts the slate into the fire, an act futile.
+I have never heard of lands with such customs.
+At this time, something drizzles down the slate,\\
+Full of colors,\\
+seemingly tears for the Reaper of chills.
+It turns out the slate is inscribed with <color #993333>poems</color>,\\
+And every phrase\\
+Is diligently colored with skill.
+{{ :readable:saga:servant.of.death:castorice3-1.png?200|}}
+//<color #993333>"Before people pass away,\\
+I write down these poems."</color>//[(Spoken by Castorice.)]\\
+That is the limit of the girl's answer —\\
+And she only responds with silence\\
+for requests to read these poems.
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+As time goes by, she finally opens her petal-veiled heart,\\
+And the reason behind her reluctance to show her work is finally clear:
+//<color #993333>"My poems are still too green... Not worthy to be art."</color>//[(Spoken by Castorice.)]\\
+— It stems from the girl's shame and discomfort.
+It seems the girl once loved to imagine with effort,\\
+And many wild tales were written on her part.\\
+A misunderstand was what made her cease this art.
+{{ :readable:saga:servant.of.death:castorice3-2.png?200|}}
+It was a pair of archenemies who gained fame in the war,\\
+One of them burst into laughter after reading the girl's poetic words —
+//<color #993333>"He and I clearly wish to kill and tear each other apart.\\
+But in your eyes, you think we are close, unable to part?"</color>//[(Spoken by Phainon.)]
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+She did not write poetry as a pastime.\\
+It is said that she left great works under hundreds of names.
+In different times,\\
+She even criticized her previous beliefs,\\
+Making her identity even harder to assume.
+I still found her weakness\\
+After many twists and turns —
+No matter how fickle her thoughts,\\
+{{ :readable:saga:servant.of.death:castorice3-3.png?200|}}
+She never lost faith, in those words,\\
+Regarding the value of fragile mortal lives.
+She is heartbreaking and enchanting,\\
+She is the fingertips of death,\\
+And the ghost of love and poetry.
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+However, those poems have brought her many complaints —
+The poems that her hands composed,\\
+All lack an ending of any kind,\\
+And the maid of death has no desire to continue them.
+//<color #993333>"This is truly difficult to write..."</color>//
+The girl excuses herself,\\
+//<color #993333>"My duty is to lead the living to the end.\\
+{{ :readable:saga:servant.of.death:castorice3-4.png?200|}}
+I cannot think of a fitting end for a poem to the dead."</color>//[(Spoken by Castorice.)]
+Such is the epitome of lies —
+One who's grown used to death,\\
+Remains inexperienced with farewells.
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+Therefore, I extend her an invitation —
+In this story belonging to herself,\\
+She can leave an ending reserved only for her.
+//<color #993333>"... What she brings is not only death."</color>//[(Spoken by Castorice.)]\\
+She thus replied\\
+When we first met.
+{{ :readable:saga:servant.of.death:castorice3-5.png?200|}}
+And when we meet once again for the last time,\\
+She again deliberates over this closing statement —
+//<color #993333>"Apart from death, there is something else\\
+That is worth remembering."</color>//
+That is the journey she walked.