At the moment she regained her 'self' from the chaos, the woman named Maeve had already gone completely mad.
After that, the increasingly twisted Maeve lived like a walking corpse, sickly. She thought of dying countless times, but would always dream of that Justice Knight, who held a toothpick and candy, though whose name she had forgotten.
She still wanted to see him one more time.
No matter how much she wanted to die, she wanted to see him one last time before doing so.
As long as she could take a look from afar, unnoticed by anyone, it would be enough. She wouldn't appear before him, wouldn't speak to him again, and wouldn't pretend to be scared by the bug in his hand.
After seeing him, she would quietly leave and die.
Let the self that is no longer hers see him one last time, let the once pure self remain in that person's heart forever. That is Maeve's only wish.
A wish that is not excessive and should be fulfilled.
However—
