ただの力であったはずのソレは、
朗らかに、晴れやかに、言祝ぐように告げる。

男に、
幾度となく選択してきた、その血に塗れた天秤を、
今一度傾けよと。
焦がれ続けた切なる祈りと、添い遂げよと。

天から降り注ぐ“黒”に染まった、
懐かしく、愛おしい顔で―――

It was supposed to be no more than a source of power, yet it also served as a harbinger of good tidings.

The man asked her to lend him the bloody scale she had chosen numerous times before, to grant his dear wish...that she would become his bride.

Her face stained with the darkness that had fallen from the sky, she replied in a loving, nostalgic tone...