Depths of the Otherworldly Labyrinth (WN)

And so, the “Story of the Aikawa Siblings” would end, and the next chapter would begin.

I, Tiara Fuziaze, would surely bring about that conclusion.
However, precisely because of that, there was one thing I had to decide for myself.

“—Heehee. In other words, what will the ‘Protagonist’ do after clearing the game?”

I said it brightly, mixing in jokes, adapting to the Aikawa siblings’ style.

This is a story about what comes next.
The complete opposite of what Hidaki Sister must be afraid of.
I would confirm the worries about the happy days after the “Protagonist” defeats the “Final Enemy” before the final battle.

From now on, I will fight the “Final Enemy” in the Allied Nations of the “Frontier.” I will throw the full might of the “North-South Allied Nations” at them, sacrificing every piece, and then end it all. But before that–

“W-What? What is that…?”

I speak with “The Last Apostle,” Diplakla.
Ever since he was rescued by Seldra, the “Thief of Nothingness,” from the World Tree on the day the world froze, he had been protected by the “North-South Allied Nations.”

So, the place I am speaking from now is a castle in Viais, on the “Mainland.” It’s one of the “Foreigner” countermeasures rooms built in the basement, similar in construction to the Fuziaze Cathedral’s basement. I, borrowing the body of a certain “Magic Stone Human,” and Diplakla, borrowing the body of a certain “Tree Person,” are continuing the story from a thousand years ago, with our positions vastly changed from our past.

It is a continuation of the story in every sense.

“Master, after everything is over, does he wander around with no purpose… Looking for uncollected events, or finding treasure chests in dungeons he forgot to open? That’s after clearing the game.”
“Mmm… I don’t quite understand…”
“Heehee, why don’t you look towards the other world a bit more? Anyway, if you invite Master to ‘save the world,’ he’ll definitely never refuse!”
“…………”
“Really, really! That Master’s weakness and kindness, that alone never changes, no matter what happens. That’s Master’s core, and the coolest part about him.”

I believe that.
It doesn’t matter if Master’s nature is like a “mirror” or if he’s empty inside.
It doesn’t matter if his personality is fabricated or not.
To me, “Aikawa Uzunami” is the kindest, coolest, and most reliable “Protagonist” in all worlds across all dimensions. I won’t let anyone deny that.

“C-Cool? No, well. Being able to share the feelings of the weak is indeed Uzunami’s true worth. That he could join hands with the ‘Thief of Principles’ even for a moment was due to that strength. I am also convinced that the kind Uzunami would agree.”

Diplakla seemed to largely agree with my assessment, but he tilted his head only at the point of “cool.”

I understand.
The part where he tilted his head is simply the weakness of infatuation.
And I also understand that this feeling of “love” is no longer mine…

Therefore, I will firmly discard the emotions that have just arisen and pursue my conviction.

“Yes… So, for the sake of that continuation, just watch silently.
As you know, I–
Had Ragune Kaikuola murder Master.
Had Nosfy Fuziaze revive Master.
By mixing with Fafnir Helvishein’s blood, I incited Master and Ragune’s rampage.
I had Rustiara Fuziaze die in my stead.
Once, I let Hidaki Sister win and froze the ‘World.’
–From now on, I will exploit Hidaki Sister’s carelessness and win.
I will win, and disappear with her. After we disappear, all the ‘Magic Stones’ will gather to Master. So, Apostles, do not interfere with this battle.”

After stating that I had manipulated and killed renowned individuals, I threatened indirectly in a low voice, “Next time you do something unnecessary, I’ll erase you.”

“…U-Uhm. I will no longer speak to Uzunami. I promise.”
“That’s wise. It’s our Master’s wish for us to perish together. You should relax far away, Grandpa.”

I still hold a grudge from when Diplakla spoke to Master before he entered the Great Holy Capital.
That forced me to make various adjustments.
However, it should be fine now. The reason for that will be explained by himself now.

“Indeed, if we can finish off that Hitaki in a mutual self-destruction, it would be most convenient for us… I have no objections. Above all, Kanami, who remains at the end, is our ultimate vow.”

They continued to speak of mutual benefit, emphasizing that they would never be enemies.
It seems being sealed in the World Tree for a thousand years has been quite the ordeal. He doesn’t want to be killed by me and be put out of turn for many rounds again.

“We will watch until it ends. Seldra and Fafnir will likely do the same.”

With this, it is confirmed that Diplakla and other irregulars will not participate in the final battle.
It was a struggle to create this situation, but with everything in place, it should proceed smoothly according to the script I wrote.

Yes.
It’s perfect now.

“…However, I will make just one note. Noi, listen closely too.”

But that perfect script, I–

“I believe Master will one day become a guardian of the ‘World’ in a true sense, surpassing you. There is no one more suitable than Master, and I believe that is the correct path…though I dislike that script. It’s like… it’s lacking. That’s why I hate it.”

I want to break it.
In the end, something perfect devised by me alone will only yield the strength of one person.
Therefore, for a better story, I declare now.

“…Wha!?”

Diplakla was stunned, his entire understanding of events overturned.
However, he quickly recovered and began to voice the Master’s feelings, which he speculated he was hearing.

“W-Wait… Isn’t everything from here on following the story you wrote? And you yourself hate it?”
“Yes, that’s right. I am greedy, and I cannot be satisfied with just ‘perfection thought up by myself.’ I’m always starving, lost, and searching, believing it can become so much better.”

My craving for stories is an inherent desire.
I always wish for things to surpass my imagination.
No matter how many times they are surpassed, I continue to wish for them to be surpassed even more next time.

–Therefore, I will take a gamble.

Perhaps, due to that craving, the magic known as “Tiara” might not be trusted by anyone in the final battle.
Even at the risk of that, I will seek it.

“However, if Uzunami reaches the ‘Deepest Part’ after finishing everything, he will inevitably take the Master’s place…? This much is not about your likes or dislikes.”
“Yes. Therefore, it is not Master who will put together all the principles and reach the ‘Deepest Part’.”

For a better story, I have gambled.
I have already believed in, connected with, and entrusted one young boy.
His name is–

“—Rainer.”
Like me, he’s an ordinary child without much talent.

The World favors no one, and his birth was not influenced by any hand.

His only strength, perhaps, is his family lineage. Just like mine. That’s why I expect him to be the same as that child from before.

“… That child is a nobody. He can’t win against anyone. He’s, in essence, the lowest of the low, a worthless piece of trash. He knows it, and I know it too.”

Rainer has made irreparable mistakes.

He will surely make many more mistakes in the future. However, he doesn’t give up, he doesn’t break, and he continues to fight with all his might. He lives life to the fullest. That’s what feels truly similar—

“—But he won’t lose. He absolutely won’t lose, so just once, at the very end. He can defeat someone no one else can beat. That’s the kind of child he is.”

He inherited the same power as me, and one day he will surpass me.

Or so I believed.

“I’m betting on Rainer, the ‘True Knight’.”

But Diplakla ruined that punchline with—

“Wh-who is… Rainer, anyway?”

He ruined it. What a terrible apostle. I never imagined he wouldn’t even be interested, so I explained him to him with a wry smile.

“Hehehe! Eh, you don’t know Rainer Helvirshine? The hottest guy on this continent in a thousand years?”

“Hmm… I don’t know him, but his surname is Helvirshine. Then he must be related to the Neisha Family. If the pinnacle of your ‘Blood Art’ techniques has been gathered, it wouldn’t be impossible—”

“Ah, no. He’s adopted, so Helvirshine is just a name. His ‘blood power’ has nothing to do with it. He just suddenly appeared out of nowhere, someone neither I nor Hidaki Sister knew.”

“—Impossible.”

Diplakla immediately stated that Rainer had no connection to anyone from a thousand years ago. Then, Diplakla began his own explanation.

“If things go as planned, Kanami will obtain both ‘Hitaki’s power’ and ‘your power.’ Furthermore, he will possess the ‘Magic Stones’ of five ‘Thieves of Principles,’ wield two types of ‘Thief of Principles’ powers himself, and become a complete ‘Star Principle Thief.’ His Skills and magic will be countless. How can he fight without possessing even a single minimal ‘Principle power’? It’s absolutely impossible.”

“………”

He’s still as naive or perhaps too straightforward an apostle as ever.

The fundamental rule is that any Skill or magic depends on the user. There’s a vast difference between “having” a Skill or magic and “mastering” it. Excessive Skills and magic can even hinder you. No matter how much the Master increases his spiritual growth, it would be difficult to “master” the powers of multiple people simultaneously.

I suspect Diplakla has never experienced a real practical battle. That’s why he inevitably predicts combat power and victory based on ‘displays’ and ‘numbers.’ He probably reads stories in this ‘World’ the same way he reads scholarly or historical texts. Acquiring facts as information, calculating, and deriving solutions—that’s it.

He’s a scholar at heart, so to speak. That’s probably why he got along with the Master. Just like Apostle Legacy and I hit it off…

“Hmm, that’s right. Especially ‘Hidaki Sister’s power’ is insane. Just the Master recognizing her as half of ‘Aikawa Hidaki’ means the fight is already over.”

“Indeed. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Unlike Diplakla and the Master, my—Legacy’s—way of reading stories has always prioritized entertainment and curiosity. That’s why I’ve always valued and believed in powers not shown in the ‘display’ or ‘numbers that don’t appear in figures,’ and I will continue to do so.

“—But I’m sure Rainer will win. He’ll defeat even ‘Aikawa Uzunami / Aikawa Hidaki’.”

Rainer, who temporarily studied under Tiara Fuziaze, is effectively the grand-disciple of both the Master and Hidaki Sister. Above all, he is a direct disciple of the ‘Thieves of Principles.’ He has seen many ‘Lingering Desires’ resolved and has been entrusted with them, connecting him to them. Separate from the ‘Threads’ I and Hidaki Sister created, there are the ‘true threads’—

Therefore, he is the one most suited to resolve Aikawa Uzunami’s ‘Lingering Desire.’ This is my belief, rooted in my usual fantasy of “if this were a book,” but I have no intention of changing this way of life. I love books, even if I were to die.

“To be precise, it’s the bonds he forms with everyone that will defeat the Master… perhaps that’s more accurate? Rainer takes pride in not being alone. Within him are always Hein, the ‘First True Knight,’ and Hairi, the ‘Last Magic Stone Human.’ —Those ‘best two people’.”

So, here on this page, I declare it in advance. For when I read this again someday, loudly and with confidence, clearly.

“Of course, the ‘Thieves of Principles’ will also side with Rainer. Teeda Runs, Arti, Rowen Aleis, Aid, Lord Titty, Nosfy Fuziaze, Fafnir Helvirshine, Seldra Queenfilion, Aikawa Hitaki—they will all surely want to thank Aikawa Kanami. And of course, including myself, Diablo Sis, Maria, and Snow Walker will also support him. We all love Aikawa Kanami, which is why we support Rainer Helvirshine.”

I’m listing everyone’s names. I believe that one day, each of them will connect, and in the end, I will write a happy ending that even I can’t reach.

“—Our bonds will surely break your schemes.”

I stated that with conviction in front of Diplakla. At my bold declaration, the old man before me was perplexed—and with a hand outstretched towards me, he began to assert his displeasure.

“N-no, wait… Wait, wait, wait. You’re always the one plotting, aren’t you? We apostles and the ‘World’ are always the ones being swayed…”

“Ah, geez! It’s my punchline, so don’t ruin it!”

“You! Stop trying to act like you’re on the side of justice after committing so many outrageous misdeeds! That’s your worst trait!”

Diplakla, earnest and full of a sense of justice, vehemently argued against my eloquent words from the bottom of his heart.

“…Haa. Well, fine. If that’s your punchline, then I will counter it with a ‘Contract’.”

However, understanding the nature of my Skill, ‘Writing,’ he tries to respond to declaration with a declaration, recognizing my previous statement as a retort directed at the ‘World.’ He has such a soft spot, so very much like the Master. In the underground of Viaisia Castle, under the watchful eyes of the ‘rift,’ another ‘Contract’ is made.

“The ‘Last Apostle’ Diplakla—and ‘Last Winged Human’ Noi El Lieberl—support Aikawa Kanami, not Rainer Helvirshine. We have identified Kanami as the ‘True Master’.”

Now, it’s unclear which side the ‘World’ will favor.
I don’t know what price will be paid for the “new story” that awaits ahead.

“Many supporters are here too. All those who bear the misfortune of this era will surely love Kanami. –I’m sure you know, but at this point, Kanami has surpassed the status of a great hero and is on the verge of becoming deified. This is the prayer of the weak who live in this harsh ‘world.’ The bond of just a dozen or so people cannot overcome such prayers.”

Diplakla supplemented and strengthened his declaration, solidifying his fate.
In the end, he would even sacrifice his Master—

“From now on, for all eternity, people will worship ‘Aikawa Kanami Christ Eurasia Valt Fuziaze Von Walker’ as a god.”

He called him a god, shamelessly and earnestly, uttering that familiar name.

“I will protect the new ‘True Lord’ to the end. I swear here and now that I will surely bring him safely to the ‘Deepest Part.'”

Diplakla declared his unwavering intention to have his Master save the world.

Honestly, I don’t dislike that single-mindedness.
I can feel Diplakla growing as he continues on the path he chose with conviction.
I feel it, but—it is through Diplakla’s solidified resolve that I am now reminded of another Apostle from a thousand years ago.

That child Apostle also grew and spoke so bravely before me.
And I was shaken by his unwavering words.
If there’s anyone who could potentially disrupt the story I’ve written, it might be him, who shared my disposition but chose a different path…

“…Alright, that’s enough for now. I will leave here immediately and head further west. I need to make preparations to accomplish what I just said. I will be watching for an opportunity from the land of destiny.”

With that, Diplakla left the “North-South Allied Nations.”
After seeing him off, I muttered in my room.

“Goodbye. And thank you. Apostle…”

Having offered my thanks, I found myself alone in the underground chamber.
As always, I closed my eyes and placed my hands on the ground. I continued writing about the continent to my limit—and in parallel, I reread “The Story of the Starry Sky,” which is both the script I wrote and my life.

If all goes well, my sister Hidaki and I will disappear in the final battle.
And only my Master will survive. The story will end with him having lost everything, yet surviving with only the soul of the one he loved and their love remaining—

“—It’s still not enough.”

I want a much, much more wonderful grand finale.
Of course, this isn’t just a matter of personal preference; it’s also related to my goal of saving my sister Hidaki. During the final battle, when we’re finally able to stop it, there’s a distinct possibility that she won’t be able to defeat the enemy because of “lingering desire,” citing “worry for her older brother’s future.”

Their troublesome immortality isn’t due to magic or skills, but to their inseparable relationship. They possess the frustrating boss characteristic where they can only be defeated simultaneously, which means I need to add something to the equation…

The last page cannot be changed.
That is one thing that must never be altered.
Therefore, I can only add something to what comes after it.
No matter how unreasonable it might seem, I have to bet on “someone.”

“Hehehe, it’s frustrating how much is lacking… But I didn’t give up, and I absolutely won’t give up in the future… Because that was the ‘promise’ we made…”

In the final battle, the word “promise” will be the key.
No matter what else I sacrifice, I cannot break that “promise.”

And the “promise” I just mentioned wasn’t made on the day I trained my martial arts with my sister Hidaki—but right at the very beginning.
The day I met her in that tower.
The “other promise” was written on the first page of “The Story of the Starry Sky,” which I am now rereading.

I reread that original intention now.
After meeting the “Foreigner” that day, and after my Master left, I was actually on the verge of death. I was about to stop breathing due to illness. I was wandering in the depths of despair.
In the end, I made “another promise.”

This is the last time.
I will reread it carefully.

“—It hurts.
It hurts as if my throat is being squeezed.
My body is being ravaged by the ‘innate illness,’ I developed a high fever and writhed on the floor of my own room.

While writhing, I hugged my body tightly. I dug my fingers into my flesh, pressing down with such force that blood seeped out, enduring the approaching pain.

The ‘demonic poison’ illness was worse than usual today.
The reason is simple.
Just a little while ago, a boy from a foreign country, who knew nothing of my circumstances, had wandered into my tower and we had a conversation.
We had an encounter like something from a book with that person with the beautiful black hair, we taught each other words clumsily, and gradually connected with each other.
For me, a book lover, that “dream”-like time was far too sweet.

That is precisely why, when Kanami-sama was taken away by the castle soldiers with the words, “I’m sorry. I will never let anyone else into this room again,” my loneliness and fear, left alone in the tower, became more acute.

My spirit broke at the discrepancy between the “dream” and reality, and my body felt like it was about to break.

“Ah, aahh…, aaaaaahhh…”

He’s gone…
We were talking just a moment ago…, that esteemed person is gone…?
Am I alone again…? Have I returned to being alone…?
From now on, forever, until I die…, alone in this prison-like tower…?

Fear attacked me relentlessly.
My breathing stopped from the pain.

“Hahh…, hahh!”

I was truly scared.
But what scared me the most was the veracity of the boy from earlier.
Perhaps the foreign boy I met earlier was a hallucination I saw on the verge of death, and that time was truly a “dream”—I began to doubt my own sanity.

That’s how brightly that foreign boy shone.
He was truly a beautiful light. He was more than enough of an “ideal” light to deepen the darkness of the room of a girl abandoned by her family.

It might have been a fleeting illusion…
But even so, I want to see that illusory light again…
Not through my room’s window, but by opening that door—and going out to touch that light. And I want to talk with Kanami-sama. Because I haven’t talked enough yet. Not nearly enough…
Ah, I am still not enough.
Honestly, I don’t want to die yet. Because I haven’t lived that book-like story yet. I haven’t read my own story as Tiara Fuziaze. Yet, why…? Why am I dying? For an unreasonable reason like this congenital illness…? Why me? Why? Why, why, why, why—!?

“Hahh, hahh, hahh…!!”

I crawled along the floor like a worm.
The direction I was crawling was towards the room’s door.
The door through which Kanami-sama had entered.
And the door through which he had left.

I want to open that door somehow.
I want to open it and walk with my own feet.
Like the characters in a book, I want to move forward with my own strength, embark on various “adventures,” and someday, with “someone,” reach a beautiful final page.
But I cannot open the door by myself.
Destined to remain in this tower, my life is bound by an illness that hinders even walking. Therefore, the only thing I can open with this weak power is a “Book.”
Only the pages of the books I received out of pity from the family that abandoned me.

“Hah, hah, hah…”

Just as the soldier said, no one might ever enter this room again.
No convenient “someone” will appear to save me. No miracle will occur, like the “Magic” in fairy tales, to cure my congenital illness.

“My World’s Story” is not kind.

As that thought crossed my mind, I crawled in the center of the room and looked up.
Even though there was no point in opening it, I desperately wanted to open the door.
Finally, tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Ugh… ugh ugh…”

I felt as if all hope was being washed away by those tears.
Eventually, I even lost the strength to lift my head and was about to lose the ability to even see the door—

“—Excuse me for intruding! Sick princess!!”

Easily.
One of the Apostles opened the door that should not have opened and came in.

Naturally, I was stunned.
I couldn’t say anything in response.

“This illness might be curable, so come with me! It’s human experimentation, but you don’t mind, right!? It’s for humanity! Come on, hurry up! We’re going right away!!”

Furthermore, she scooped up my body and carried me out of the unconquerable room.
I was taken outside the tower with surprising ease.

The Apostle did not listen to my reply and, disregarding my physical condition—invited me to the “World” outside.

At that moment, my eyes felt as if the book I had dreamed of, “The Story of Tiara Fuziaze,” had been presented before me.

Then, I tentatively touched the book and slowly opened it.
Turning the first page, I began to read. My own story—

It’s nostalgic.
It’s the story of the “Foreigners” who got lost in “Another World.”

There was me before I called my Master, Master.
There was me, weakened by illness, with a fragile heart.
There was me, who knew nothing and hadn’t started anything yet.

Sister Cis probably loves it for this reason more than any other.
She took me out of that room and showed me the “World.” Most importantly, she let me reunite with him afterward—

“—Carried out by the Apostle, I reunite with a boy from a foreign country in the castle garden.

Kanami-sama wasn’t an illusion. It wasn’t a dream.
My heart trembled at that fact.

However, standing before Kanami-sama so suddenly, I didn’t know what to say.
We still couldn’t communicate. The pain of my illness lingered in my body, and my throat was tight with tension, unable to move.

So, Kanami-sama spoke first.
Using the words he had just learned from me, he asked me.

“—Tiara, ‘True’ ‘Good’…?”

My name. And his clumsy words.
I could sense that he was seeking permission.

From the Apostle’s words just before, I could vaguely predict what would happen to me next.
An experimental treatment.

Not just a treatment for my illness, but for an incurable disease rampant on the continent.
Since every country had been researching it for so long without any prospect of success… I couldn’t believe it would work. If it failed, there was a possibility of death. By common sense, I was being made a sacrificial lamb through human experimentation. I was about to be sacrificed.

It was natural to think so.
Yet, I felt no fear at all.

The black eyes of the boy before me dispelled all my fear.
From the depths of those eyes, I felt a strong resolve. Though we couldn’t understand each other’s words, I felt his desire to help someone, even in my current state, as if it were painful.

So, like water spilling from my palm, I spoke.

“… ‘Kanami’. ‘Believe’.”

Using the words I had taught him, I replied awkwardly but with feeling.
Furthermore, I approached him, took his hand, and conveyed a stronger resolve.

“‘Surely’ ‘For this’ ‘We’ ‘Met’.”

Therefore, I was willing to stake my life.
The reason was that it felt like reading a book.
I felt a fated destiny, like in a story, right now.
Based on such fantasies, I was able to believe in the success of the experiment.

Of course, it might all be a misunderstanding.
Our meeting might have been mere coincidence.
But at that moment, I truly believed that “we were two people drawn together by the threads of fate.”

“… ‘—’. ‘————’, Tiara.”

In response to my resolve, Kanami-sama nodded.
Chanting a spell like singing, he began to light up the surroundings with faint particles of light.
Small orbs of light rose toward the dark, cloudy sky. The sight, like the “Magic” described in the book I had read just yesterday, ignited a warmth within my body.

It was not a painful heat, but a gentle one.
The sight was more than enough to make me believe that a miracle was happening, and my vision blurred once more.
Furthermore, I noticed a change in my own body.

My body, ravaged by illness, was also emitting light. In sync with that light, the pain in my body was leaving as if by “Magic.” The difficulty in breathing that had plagued me since birth, the bone-chilling cold, the blood vessels that ached just by flowing within—everything was being healed.
The “congenital illness” that had made me give up on living was being cured.

A sob welled up from the back of my throat.
The miracle, like “Magic,” was just too…
It was too warm, too kind…

“U, uu… Uaaaaaa, aaaah—!!”

I cried out.
Then, I threw myself into Kanami-sama’s chest, the one who had performed the miracle, and hugged him.

“‘Thank you’… ‘Kanami’…”

I offered my gratitude, pouring into it my entire life up to that day, hoping somehow he would understand my feelings.

However, Kanami-sama replied with a single, short word.

“—… ‘Good’…”

With such a casual answer, I knew my feelings had not been conveyed at all.

Right now, I want to dedicate my entire being to him.
I wish to return the happiness I feel now in equal measure.

But because of the language barrier, I had no means to convey these overflowing emotions.
Since I had no other way, I could only whisper my own words.

“I will definitely repay this kindness…”

Thus, I made a “promise.”
Because of the language barrier, that “promise” did not reach Kanami-sama.
If anyone could have heard these overflowing emotions, it would have been the three Apostles present—and the black-haired girl standing quietly in the corner of the garden.
I couldn’t see anything ahead anymore.
My body convulsed with sobs, my vision blurred with tears.
Yet, in this distorted but incredibly gentle “World,” I laughed from the bottom of my heart for the first time.

Crying, laughing, I made a resolution in my heart.
That I would one day, no matter what, offer a fitting reward for this miracle that felt like “Magic.”

No matter what happens, absolutely.
Even if it costs me my life, I will make you happy.

I had made an “promise” not only with Hidaki Sister, but also with my Master on the very first page.
It was a one-sided “promise,” even though we couldn’t communicate with words.
The content was a vague “promise” I couldn’t recall precisely.
But a “promise” is a “promise.”

Of course, I knew that it was mostly Hidaki Sister’s help that cured me of the “Demonic Poison” illness back then.
However, if asked whether Master was involved, I couldn’t shake my head. I am convinced that I owe a debt of gratitude to both “Foreigners.”

That is precisely why I have been searching for a way to help both of you simultaneously by separating my “deep affection” by creating “another me.”

Because I am staking everything to save Hidaki Sister, I will absolutely fulfill my “other promise” with Master as well.
Even if Master finds it to be unnecessary trouble and rejects it, I will repay the favor.
At the very least, I will ensure Master finds at least as much happiness as I felt.

Back then, you were a shining light to me, like stars.
Indeed, you were a “real” light.

“Hehehe. …So please, let me help you. Kanami.”

I chuckled with nostalgia, using an old form of address.
On the very first page I just read, I had intended to call Master “Savior,” but he angrily refused, saying “Absolutely not.” He also asked me to speak more casually, like friends, rather than using overly polite royal language, and that’s how I became who I am now.

Ah, everything is so nostalgic.
And I have never forgotten, not even in death, your wish.
I haven’t forgotten.

I will never call you “Savior.”
So that you may find a more casual “happy ending” rather than a stoic “Savior,” I added this to the continuation—

“—I will go on without you.”

“From here on, it’s your story.
But I entrusted it to you and asked you to continue the story.
Please do not forget.”

“Your ‘Magic,’ ‘we’ believe in it.”

I wrote that with all my heart.
Because I entrusted it to you and asked you to continue, I can believe that the subsequent story will have an “ending as happy as ours.”
Because I can believe that, I can go on without hesitation.

At the end of the final battle—
With Hidaki Sister, the two of us, we can “eternally” continue to wish for your happiness.

“Final Chapter” completed.

【Status】
Name: Aikawa Uzunami HP –/– MP 17212/17212 Class: Protagonist
Level 86
Strength 274.11 Stamina 233.82 Dexterity 259.01
Speed 454.44 Intelligence 462.10 Magic Power 922.81 Aptitude 27.84
Condition: Immortality 1.00 Constriction 1.00
Experience Points: 917465/400000
Equipment: Heavenly Sword Noah
Rustiara Fuziaze’s Journal
Epic Seeker’s Uniform
Dark Robe
Chrome Gloves
Megistus Boots
【Skills】
Innate Skills: Dimensional Magic 12.59 Curse Technique 18.14 Water Magic 2.00 Ice Magic 2.00
Dark Magic 2.00 Earth Magic 2.00 Wood Magic 2.00 Wind Magic 2.00
Light Magic 2.00 Magic Power Control 5.60 Swordsmanship 14.42 Weapon Combat 4.65
Magic Combat 7.14 Gaze of the Divine 1.00 Blood Technique 10.12 Ill Fortune 1.00
Education 2.45 Charisma 4.12 Reading 10.34
Acquired Skills: Parallel Thinking 1.00 Split Thinking 1.00 Convergent Thinking 1.00 Retrograde Thinking 1.00
Sensation 3.65 Divine Magic 1.29 Martial Arts 2.82 Pseudo-Martial Arts 1.04
Kikou 1.01 Breathing Techniques 1.08 Spear Techniques 1.11 Archery 2.01
Throwing 1.99 Command 1.87 Military Command 1.01 Military Strategy 1.01
Scheming 1.06 Rear Guard Techniques 1.89 Observation 1.67 Appraisal 1.03
Far Sight 1.89 Optimal Action 2.01 Incitement 1.15 Provocation 1.00
Housekeeping 2.46 Cooking 1.24 Confectionery 2.22 Sewing 1.34
Knitting 1.98 Swimming 1.04 Underwater Action 0.77 Fishing 0.98
Operation 1.01 Seamanship 1.08 Riding 1.00 Gathering 1.33
Cultivation 1.08 Hunting 1.15 Alchemy 1.45 Blacksmithing 3.90
Divine Metal Blacksmithing 7.12 Woodworking 1.11 Pharmacy 1.22 Music 1.66
Koto 1.12 Agitation 1.00 Leading 1.01 Deception 3.34
Oratory 1.24 Flattery 1.34 Intimidation 1.95 Brainwashing 1.45
Training 1.98 Cult Leader 4.12 Bargaining 2.02 Butler 2.13
Craftsmanship 1.22 Theft 1.11 Life Extension 3.01 Assassination 1.23
Cryptography 1.09 Decryption 1.00 Acting 0.00 Writing 1.00
Unique Skill: Covenant Holder of the Deepest Part
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【Magic】
Dimensional Magic: Dimension 2.89 Lag 1.00 Shift 1.00 Form 1.87
Time Shift 1.00 Connection 1.12 Default 3.43
Distance Mute 2.98 Torsion 1.03 Torsion Field 1.00
Ice Magic: Ice 2.45 Ice Arrow 2.02 Ice Battle Ram 1.12
Ice Shield 1.08 Little Snow 1.12
Freeze 2.21 Blizzard 1.23 Icy Blizzard 1.08
Unique Magic: Dimension – Multiple Expansion 1.15
Dimension – Decisive Calculation 1.36
Dimension – Curvature Calculation 1.01
Dimension – Thousand Calculations Offset 1.02
Distance Mute – Connection 1.02
Dimension Cutting Sword 1.05
Form – Twisted Iris 1.02
Voice of Dimension 1.01
Midgards Freeze 1.45
Frost Arrow 1.04
Ice Lock 1.01
Ice – Different Blue 1.00
Ice Arrow – Scattered Flowers 1.00
Ice Shield – Great Circle 1.00
Dimension Snow 1.88
Ice Sword 2.12
Ice Sword – Impact 1.35
Ice Sword – Whip 1.78
Ice Sword – Ice Blade 1.92
Dimension Winter 3.41
Dimension Winter – Final Frost 1.89
Dimension Winter – Distorted Ice World 1.11
Midwinter of Overcrowded Dimensions 1.90
Otherworldly Winter 7.89
Freeze – Distorted Ice World 1.01
Magic Writer 1.01
Revann 1.02
Line 1.01
Resonance Magic: Flash of the Departed 1.00
Flash of Affection 1.12
Royal Rain 1.01
Road Rain 1.00
Cherry Blossom Child’s Paradise 1.00
Substitute Light 1.00
Substitute Lightless 1.00
Cursed Dream of the Upside-down Lake Moon 1.00
Ice at the Bottom of the Snow, Flowing Day 1.00
Rainbow Crown Healing for the Sun 1.00
Story of My World 1.39
Magic: Dimension – Decisive Calculation (Prelude) 2.12
Dimension – Decisive Calculation (Prologue) 2.88