After the boss battle ended, Enbolia quickly realized how similar the young man before him was to his old friend. He told the protagonist that he had indeed killed Clan Thurandare, but it had been at Clan Thurandare's own request. Below is his account:

You must find it hard to imagine him back then—a group of like-minded young people together, in the prime of our years. 加贝拉, still a student, had just invented transmutation, and everyone said he would become the greatest magician to ever surpass 琳恩先生. After graduation, 加贝拉 told us he had some grand ideas and hoped we would help him make them reality—good heavens, what reason could I possibly have had to refuse? With his reputation, we obtained funding from the M.A.R. (M.A.R.), and devoted ourselves to the study of elemental magic, a research that lasted eleven years. By the end of the eleventh year, most of the theories were complete, and we called our work "The Fundamental Theory of Elements," what is today known as "Elemental Theory." By then, some people had already learned of our research and more or less recognized its value. Of course, we were also aware of this and took precautions against those who coveted it — but that failed to prevent disaster from striking.

The night before the disaster was almost too ordinary. The three of us left the lab late as always, and Isola asked if I wanted to grab a drink together — I mean, "Nodeus" — but I was so tired that day that I declined. The next morning, I was the first to enter the lab, and what I saw made me feel as cold as the wind on Mount Vine: someone had been here. The lab was in total disarray, the documents roughly rifled through, and a red letter lay on the table. Even after more than a thousand years, I can still recall the inescapable terror of that day. Gaberla arrived soon after, and he was far more composed about the situation, telling me he thought they should wait for Isola to read the letter together. Isola looked even more frightened than I was — he had even started trembling without being able to control it.

The letter was from a fairy called Sylva, and its contents were mostly threats and baseless accusations. If it had demanded some valuable item in exchange for the stolen manuscripts, it would have been a ransom note, but that fairy did nothing of the sort. After reading the letter, Gebela told us that his family (Clan Thurandare) and the Clan Sylva family have a blood feud, and he didn't even know where such hatred came from. He believed the reason that fairy demanded nothing was simple — its intent was revenge, and the only thing it wanted was to destroy our cause.

We sat in silence for a long time. I can't remember how I left the laboratory that day—I felt like a walking corpse. Worse still, the next day, Gabella and I received a second letter—this time from Isola. He told us that the reason the laboratory had been broken into was because he had gotten quite friendly with a certain tavern patron the night before, and that person must have stolen the laboratory's 显形钥匙 while dead drunk. Gabella and I quickly realized he was right, because there was no sign of damage around the laboratory, and our 假饰魔法 was based on unpublished elemental theory—without the 显形钥匙, forcing entry would have been nearly impossible.

He left. Regardless, the research had to continue. Short-handed, Gabera and I spent another three years reconstructing our prior work from memory. That fairy never stopped its vendetta against Gabera, its methods so extremely covert we could scarcely find any weakness. Around that time, the New Continent government began promoting ideas of racial harmony, which caused our pleas for help to be completely ignored. To complete our noble magical work, we endured its constant harassment until one day, when I went to Forest Garden to gather experimental materials, that fairy ambushed me—during the fight, some kind of cutting magic severed the small finger on my left hand. I struggled back to the laboratory and told Gabera we had to accelerate our progress, but he stared at my bleeding left hand without a word. That night, he revealed to me everything he had been enduring. Besides the relentless fairy, he faced a far greater trouble. What he told me that day, even to this very moment, I still cannot comprehend. Deities, the inevitability of catastrophe, "reboot," cycles—I believe he must have been wrestling against forces beyond my understanding. It was also on that day that he made this request of me—to ask me to kill him. He told me he had already submitted most of the critical theories to the 三月协会, and that he believed the sparks of elemental magic would spread to the world.

The dialogue between the two at that time can be shown directly here.

Clan Thurandare Oh my friend, how fortunate I am to have met you. Without your sincerity, your genius, your unwavering resolve, I could never have accomplished what I have today. With you, though it was for a nobler cause, I was always selfish — always taking. I am simply that kind of selfish wretch, and in the end, for my own sake, I wish to make one final request of you — kill me, and live the remainder of your days bearing that sin.

（恩波利亚）

… I don't understand what you're saying.

(Clan Thurandare)

Emboria, there exist in this world beings beyond our comprehension. Our world exists within endless cycles of reincarnation, and if no one steps forward, this world will remain forever trapped in a cycle of suffering. Ironic, then, that they chose such a selfish person as me to be that warrior. No. I am merely a mortal, I cannot transgress the sanctity of being human — even so, I will put an end to the cycle of suffering as far as I can comprehend it. Kill me. Tell the people of Clan Sylva that no matter where the hatred originated, it should now come to an end. I will use everything in this life as payment for my debts — my magic, my accomplishments, this life's name. I don't care whose name these magics ultimately come to bear, so long as the spark of elemental magic spreads across the world. Forgive me, Emboria — at this final moment, I remain so selfish. If what Isolra said is true, then let me repay all of this to you in the next cycle of reincarnation.

(恩波利亚)

That is utterly unreasonable, 加贝拉. I will exterminate Clan Sylva, but I hope you won't consider these foolish approaches.

(Clan Thurandare)

(Smiling, raising his wand) Go ahead, my friend.

…

Breaking free from the memory scene, Enpolia fell into silence. Suchu stated his purpose for coming, and after listening, he fixed his gaze on the protagonist and spoke thus.

...that self-righteous, noble look on your face — it's the very image of his. That same nobility is what has brought you to this state, yet it is also that very nobility that drives you to set out on your journey...

boss战结束后，恩波利亚很快就认识到眼前的少年和自己的老友有多么相似。他告诉主角索兰达尔确实是自己所杀，但这是索兰达尔本人的要求。以下是他的陈述：

你一定很难想象那时的他吧——意趣相投的少年们在一起，风华正茂，还在读书的加贝拉刚发明了变形术，所有人都说他会成为超越琳恩先生的最了不起的魔法师。毕业后，加贝拉告诉我们他有一些了不起的想法，希望我们能同他一起实现——天哪，我有什么理由拒绝呢。 借他的名声，我们得到了三月协会（拉格里弗魔法协会 ）的资助，潜心投入元素魔法的研究，而这一研究就是十一年。到了第十一年末，大部分理论都已完备，我们称我们的成果为“元素的基本理论”，就是今天所谓的“元素论”。那时，有的人已经对我们的研究有所了解，并或多或少地认识到了其价值，我们当然也能认识到这点，对窥觑之人有所防范，然而那没能阻止灾难的发生。

灾难发生的前一晚简直过于平凡，我们三人同往常一样很晚才离开实验室，伊索拉问我要不要一起去喝一杯——我是指，“诺达厄斯 ”——但那天我实在太累了，便没有答应他。第二天，我第一个进入实验室，看到的东西让我感到浑身就像藤山的风一样冰冷：有人来过这里。实验室一片狼藉，资料都被粗暴地翻过，桌子上躺着一封红色的信。过了一千多年，我还是能想起那天的恐惧。加贝拉很快就来了，他对眼前的情况冷静得多，告诉我他认为应该等伊索拉来了一起读那封信。伊索拉看起来比我更害怕，他甚至开始无法克制地颤抖。

信是一个叫风语的妖精寄来的，内容大多是恐吓与莫名其妙的指责，如果他要求我们交出什么贵重物品来取回失窃的手稿，那这就是一封恐吓信，但那个妖精没有那么做。读完信，加贝拉告诉我们他的家族（索兰达尔家族 ）与风语家族 家族之间存在世仇，而他甚至不清楚这种仇恨从何而起。他认为，那个妖精不索取任何内容的原因很简单，因为它的意志在于报复，它唯一想做的就是摧毁我们的事业。

我们沉默了很久。我记不清那天自己是怎么离开实验室的，我简直像一具行尸走肉。更糟糕的是，第二天，我和加贝拉收到了第二封信——来自伊索拉的。他告诉我们，实验室之所以会失窃，是因为他在前一晚与某个酒客相谈甚欢，对方一定是在自己深醉时偷走了实验室的显形钥匙。我和加贝拉很快就意识到他是对的，因为实验室周围没有任何被破坏的痕迹，而我们的假饰魔法是基于尚未发表的元素理论的，没有显形钥匙，想强行进入几乎是妄想。

他离开了。无论如何，研究必须继续。缺少成员，为了从记忆中复原之前的工作，我和加贝拉又花了三年。那个妖精并没有停止报复加贝拉，他的手段极其隐秘，我们几乎无法找出破绽。那时，新洲政府开始宣传各种族友好理念，这使得我们的求助被完全无视了。为了完成崇高的魔法事业，我们一直忍受着它的侵扰，直到有一天，当我试图在上林苑 采集试验材料时，那个妖精偷袭了我，在战斗中，它的某种切割魔法切断了我左手的小指。我挣扎着逃回实验室，告诉加贝拉我们必须抓紧进度，而他看着我鲜血淋漓的左手，一言不发。那天晚上，他向我揭示了他所承受的一切。除了不厌其烦的妖精，他还面临着一个大麻烦。那天他告诉我的内容，哪怕时至今日，我也无法理解。诸神，灾难的必然性，“重启”，循环，我想他一定是在与某些高于我理解的力量作斗争。也是在那天，他向我提出了这个请求——请我杀了他。他告诉我，他已经将大部分关键的理论提交给了三月协会，他相信，元素魔法的星火将传向世界。

此处可以直接展示当时二人的对话。

（索兰达尔） 吾友啊，何其有幸与君相逢，倘若没有你的赤诚，你的天才，你的坚毅，我不可能完成今天的事业。

对你，虽然是为了更崇高的理由，我总是自私的索取着。我就是这样自私的家伙，在最后，为了我自己，我想向你提出最后的请求——杀了我，背负此罪度过余生。

（恩波利亚）

…我不明白你在说什么。

（索兰达尔）

恩波利亚，这世上存在着超出我们认知的存在。

我们的世界存在于无尽的轮回中，倘若没有人挺身而出，这世界将永陷于苦难的循环，讽刺的是，他们竟然选中了自私的我作为那个勇士。

不。我只是一介凡夫俗子，我无法僭越身为人的崇高，即使如此，我也会终结我所能理解的，苦难的循环。杀了我，告诉风语家族的人，无论仇恨起于何处，如今都应当迎来终结。

我会用此生的一切作为代价来偿还，我的魔法，我的成就，此一世之名。我并不在乎这些魔法究竟会被冠以谁之名，但要元素魔法的星火传遍世界便好。

抱歉，恩波利亚，在最后的时刻，我还是这么自私，倘若伊索拉所言为实，就让我在下一道轮回中向你偿还这一切吧。

（恩波利亚）

那简直是不可理喻，加贝拉。我会把风语家族杀光，但我希望你不要考虑这些愚蠢的做法了。

（索兰达尔）

（微笑，举起魔杖）动手吧，吾友。

…

从记忆场景中脱离，恩波利亚陷入了沉默。玊初向他陈述了自己此行的目的，听罢，他注视着主角，如是说道。

…你那副自以为是的崇高的神情，和他一模一样。正是那种崇高使如今的你流落至此，然而也正是因为这崇高促使你踏上了旅途…