「イッヒヒヒヒ！
　はじめましてだな、俺の使い手！」

その匣が語りかけたのは十年前。
彼女の顔も身体も突然変わりだし、
かつての『王』と同じ姿を模し始めたとき。

かの霊園近くに住まう人々が、
みな彼女を生き神のごとく崇めだしたとき。

「あーあーあー！
　また泣いてるのか、愚図グレイ！」

不安だった彼女を、
その匣だけが罵倒した。

もはや誰もまともに話さなくなった彼女を、
その匣だけは変わらずに叱咤した。

だから、それは彼女にとって。
聖槍を封印した礼装だとか、
遥かな時代につくられた遺物だとか、
そんな遠いものじゃなかった。

長い長い間。
匣は、彼女の唯一の友達だったのだ。

"Eh heh heh heh! Nice to meet ya, handler!"

It was ten years ago that the cube started talking, during a time when her face and body suddenly changed to resemble a king of ages past.

It was when everyone who lived near the cemetery started to revere her as a living god.

"Oh, oh, oh!? Cryin' again, are ya? Gray, you idiot!"

That cube was the only one who hurled insults when she was feeling anxious.

And while nobody spoke to her, the cube was the only one who did not change at all, but kept berating her as usual.

And that's why she does not consider the cube to be something incredible; she does not see it as a Mystic Code that has the sacred lance sealed within, nor as an artifact that was made in the distant past.

Rather, she considers the cube to be her one and only friend, who has been with her for a long, long time...