When they passed out of the dilmy lit cavern, they were immediatelu struck by the bright rays of the sun and surrounded by a crowd of white seagulls. As the seagulls flew this way and that... the feathers they dropped in the water seemed to be celebrate the boat's departure. The brilliant sunlight told them that they were now free of the island's cruse. The sky, now freed from the seal of the typhoon, seemed to bright to be real. Feeling hot, Battler took off his jacket. It was swept away by the wind and danced through the sky. However, instead of panickling, Battler jsut smiled as he watched it go. Beato also watched it go. No, she watched the island go. Rokkenjima... and the Golden Land she had spent a thousand years in.

Beatrice: "Will I... be able to live...?" Battler: "You will... You won't have a magical butler, but there's lots of conveniences out there in the world. There are all kinds of things you can't find on Rokkenjima. I'll... show you this world of ours." Beatrice: "... Will I... be able to live...?"

Beato repeated the same words again. Battler knew what she meant. However, no matter what answer he gave, he wouldn't be able to resolve her problem now. However, there was a way to resolve it. Time... and heart. Little by little, bit by bit. Like a chain being cut by falling drops of water... he would have to sever the curse of the island graudally... over a long period of time. It might take a long, long time. However, someday... she will be free. That's what he believes.

Beatrice: "I am the sinful witch, who toyed wit hundreds of deaths on the island. Your world... is too brilliant for me." Battler: "No, you have to live."

He answered immediately and forcefully.

Battler: "If you think you need to atone for hundreds of sins, then keep on living and living. Live as hard as you can... with everything you've got. That's the only way you can atone." Beatrice: "Is that... truly the only way to atone for my sins?" Battler: "That's right. And you'll definitely be able to do it someday. Trust me." Beatrice: "Battler...* Battler: "Come on, don't look at me with teary eyes. It's embarrassing..." Beatrice: "cackle cackle... Forgive me. Then, at very least... would you close your eyes?" Battler: "Wh-... why should I... Hey, your face is pretty close..." Beatrice: "Foolish man... You ought to be cursed for taking the witch away from the Golden Land... That's why you m ust close your eyes... I-... it's embarrassing for me too."

As soon as Battler shut his eyes... soft lips... covered his. Then, they slowly drew back. He tried to open his eyes, but received a quick slap on the cheek.

Beatrice: "Don't look, I told you not to look at my face!!" Battler: "C-come on, what's there to lost...?!" Beatrice: "You have no delicacy! Don't open them, not yet!! Why? B-becase I want to kiss you again...!!"

The next kiss... was on his earlobe.

Battler: "H-hey, quit it...! Now this is getting really embarrassing...!"

*He knew he'd get hit again if he opened his eyes, so he resisted with his eyes still shut. Beato tickled his ear by softly blowing on it, and then she spoke in her usual cheerful, bullying voice."

Beatrice: "Sorry, Battler. I'm a terrible, atrocious witch." Battler: "Yeah, I know. You're an evil, cruel witch." Beatrice: "And so, I cannot atone for my sins. I'm the sort of witch who can cackle over hundreds of deaths...!" Battler: "Ah, come on... But it's just like to say that."

He accidently opened his eyes... And when he did... the witch was nowhere to be seen. The Golden Witch had vanished... like a dream or an illusion. And... so had the single ingot they had carried with them.