The next morning, as the three girls woke up, they found a pile of love letters at their door. "Ugh... it hasn’t even been 24 hours, and we already have this many?" Isao groaned, still half-asleep. Isla, completely uninterested, began tearing them up. "Can’t eat this..." she muttered, already thinking about breakfast. Sylveria, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, contemplated the issue at hand. Her body ached from the vigorous dancing the previous evening, but the delicate matters of the heart required attention. "Sigh... I'll ask Big Sister Marybelle for guidance on how to handle this," she decided, mindful of the potential repercussions should they decline the letters outright. "We might offend the noble lords if we have Sebastian dismiss them all,"

During breakfast, Sylveria and Isao winced as the pain in their feet reminded them of last night’s endless dancing with noblemen. "Sebastian, please call a masseur for the three of us," Sylveria said, irritated by the stinging pain.

Though Isla’s feet weren’t hurting, her body was still somewhat stiff. The lingering effects had even made her attacks against the goblin king less precise, resulting in a far messier battle than usual.

"By the way, Isla, didn’t you go on a journey to find Mixarnt in our previous world?" Sylveria asked, her curiosity piqued. "Isao and I told you not to, but you still left without a word—and Latina went with you. But when you came back, she wasn’t with you. Did something happen?"

Isla thought for a moment before replying. "Yeah… In our previous world, Latina and the people from the other continent doubted my ability to control my power. It really pissed me off. I had started to trust them, but in the end, I felt betrayed. It made me realize how much I missed you two. Unlike them, you two never judged me—you always understood me. So, I decided to return."

Sylveria listened intently as Isla recounted her solo expedition in their former reality, a flicker of understanding passing through her eyes. "So, Latina and the others doubted your abilities, and that disappointment led you to return without her," she summarized gently. "I can imagine how hurtful that must have been, especially considering how much trust you put in them."

Isla nodded; her expression guarded yet vulnerable. "It... stung, yeah. Made me realize just how lucky I was to have you two in my life. Unconditionally supportive, never judging me... That's a rare thing, and I missed that."

Isao chimed in, her usual good humor undiminished by the serious undertones. "Haha, funny how life works, huh? Just as we piece together clues about Mix, poof! Goddess whisked us away to another world. Crazy, really."

"By the way, why did they think you couldn't control your power?" Sylveria asked, clearly annoyed. Isla provided further context for her past conflicts. "During my travels, I destroyed multiple Asgard realms because the 'gods' of each continent I visited declared war on me first," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "The friends I made in those worlds started criticizing me afterwards, even Latina was among them. They claimed that killing a god would upset countless followers and that destroying a deity's home was wrong."

Sylveria's indignation was palpable as she defended Isla against Latina's perceived misjudgment. "That damn Latina. She can't trust any of us three, can she? Mediocre, I say!" Her annoyance echoed Isla's frustration.

Isao on the other hand listened intently, her understanding stance evident. While acknowledging the logic behind the criticisms, she stood firmly by Isla's actions. "I get where they're coming from, but in hindsight, I don't think Isla was entirely in the wrong."

"When I tried to defend myself, they called my logic 'twisted' and claimed I couldn’t control my powers. It was frustrating… and lonely." Isla said, her eyes filled with quiet sorrow. "I was searching for Mixarnt, the man I love. I traveled across continents, politely asked the gods for information, and instead, they attacked me. So, I retaliate and destroyed them… and suddenly, everyone started judging me, acting like they knew me."

Sylveria and Isao could see the pain in their friend’s eyes. She had gone through all that alone, misunderstood and abandoned. If they hadn’t discouraged her from searching for Mixarnt, she wouldn’t have been forced to rely on someone like Latina. It should have been them by her side, not someone who failed to truly understand her. 

Isla's words cut deep, her serene eyes revealing the profound loneliness and hurt she'd endured. Sylveria and Isao exchanged sorrowful glances, regret washing over them for not being there to support their friend in her time of need. "You were alone, searching for Mixarnt, and facing unimaginable challenges," Sylveria said softly, her voice heavy with remorse. "No wonder you felt judged and misunderstood. We should have been the ones by your side, not some stranger like Latina." Isao nodded vigorously in agreement. "Yeah, I'm sorry we weren't there for you, Isla. We messed up by telling you not to look for Mixarnt. If we had supported you, maybe things would have turned out differently." Isla's melancholic expression softened slightly at their apologies, a small smile tugging at her lips. "It's okay, it's not like I don't understand why you two discouraged me from searching for him... You just wanted to protect me, and I appreciate that."

Isla continued, "That's why I didn't ask you two to come with me—I didn’t want to force you into something you didn’t choose," Isla said calmly. "But don’t worry, I found information about Mixarnt. Once our mission in this world is over, I plan to return to our original bodies."

"Yeah... I want to return too," Isao admitted. "This body is just too weak. Even when we grow older, it still won’t be the same as in our world."

"Then let’s all go back," Sylveria said with a confident grin. "But before that, I’m going to ask the goddess for a free pass so we can travel between worlds. I mean, she’s the one who reincarnated us and gave us families here. The least she can do is let us come and go as we please!"

Isao's concerns for her parents' reaction struck a chord with the group. "Yeah, I can't bear the thought of Dad and Mom crying because I'm leaving." she said, her voice tinged with empathy. "They'll be totally shocked if I just vanish without a word." Sylveria nodded, her expression thoughtful. "True. If Destinia doesn't agree to our terms after we fulfill her ridiculous request, we might have to face the harsh reality of parting ways with our loved ones permanently."

Isla's face fell at the prospect, her eyes clouding over with unshed tears. "I... I hate the idea of never seeing them again," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "They've given me so much, including a sense of belonging..."

The trio sat in heavy silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the uncertain future awaiting them.

Sylveria was the first one to speak after a long pause. "Did you two forget? We're a legendary party," Sylveria said seriously. "If Destinia refuses after everything she put us through, we just have to convince her." Isao smirked mischievously. "Yeah, you're right. She does owe us a lot. Haha!" Isla tilted her head thoughtfully. "Ah… right. I am a god killer. Even my spirit weapon is called God Destroyer." She then looked up and whispered, "If you don’t give us passage between worlds, I’ll destroy you and the entire heavenly realm. I’ve faced countless gods and wiped out plenty of their domains. I know you can hear me, Destinia—not just you, but every god standing beside you."

She spoke without fear, fully aware that if Destinia broke their contract and turned against them, the "nerf" placed on them would be lifted. Her full Sword Saint power would return, making her capable of erasing every god in this world.