Just like the mountains in the distance, the dead trees in the
courtyard were nothing but a bunch of pieces of paper, they kept
being folded.

Everything is disappearing from my vision.

This is the strength of the Variationist, the one who is good at
camouflage and disguise—

Kirigiri and I were speechless, and could only stare in awe at the
occurrence of this incomprehensible phenomenon.

Unconsciously, we reached out and held each other’s hands. If we
don’t do this, we might disappear too. I felt this kind of fear.

Finally, all that's left around is an open space surrounded by the
iron fence, and a slope leading to some unfamiliar place.

Shinsen and the others went down the slope.

On the way, Shinsen turned his back to us and peeled off
something that looked like a mask from his face.

That really wasn't his true face.

"You've grown admirably, Kirigiri Kyōko, a worthy daughter of the
Kirigiri family." Shinsen said without looking back, waving his right
hand. " Farewell, when we meet next time– I will be in a different
face."