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Then they both look back at each other with very happy faces. For some reason, both of them looked as if they had asked the guardian of their relationship for permission to go out with them and were finally given permission to do so.

I don't know why they have that look on their faces.

I don't know why I have such a role to play.

I gulped down the urge to complain and continued to speak.

As Tiara-san said, it's okay. It's okay,” he said. There's nothing to tie you up anymore. You can really mean it. Now go on--

So, get it over with.

Hoping so, I push Rustyala back.

And then this too sterile confession comes to an end.

The clash of too distant thoughts becomes the most straightforward words.

''I am ......, I am a--!

Rustyala runs out.

Even though he's right in front of Christ, even that little distance is annoying and close.

”I love Kanami--!

I love you, Kanami!　I love--！！！！

I confess like a child.

The cry of that confession echoed. Due to Rastiara's too high cardiopulmonary capacity, the cry hit everyone's eardrums like a roar.

It seemed as if it could have filled not just the 'Eleventh Crossroads' but the entire Hoosiers'.

It wasn't just the voices that were loud. His words were loaded with emotion.

A scream with more than enough emotion on it drove away all of the noise in the world.

And then, Shin - suddenly, the '11th Crossroads' became quiet and a silent world spread out.

Every single person in the surroundings paused the commotion and paid attention to the confession.

Everyone held their breath and watched the confession with bated breath.

I'm the same way.

Christ was getting a little teary-eyed under those countless stares.

I've known him for a long time, so I can tell that the Lord is now speechless with emotion.

It's obvious that Rustyala likes Christ, and yet the Lord must have been anxious until this moment. He was on the verge of war even in this sweet confessional mood because of his repeated failures and his habit of keeping his guard up at all times. He was on the lookout for a surprise reversal from someone.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he must have been remembering the scene of his defeat.

But now we finally came to a convincing victory.

I made my first confession in the cathedral two weeks ago. Back then, I was too unprepared and spontaneous.

But today was different. With Tiara's arrangement and my all-out follow-up. Plus, I'm making the best of the situation by lining up the best and sweetest audience in the perfect spot to confess.

It's an unqualified confession, an unqualified favor.

'Well, what's that ...... reply?'

Anxiously, Rustyala murmurs, coyly.

To us it was a short time, but to Rustiala it must have been a seemingly infinite length of time. He looked at Christ, who didn't answer, and shrank back in real anxiety.

To which Christ would answer.

He replies as a matter of course that there is no need to worry--.

Yeah, I love you too.

--I love Rastiara with all my heart.

He turned his eyes straight up to Rustyala's face and returned it without a single extra decoration, but puffed up larger than the other's words.

It was a moment that proved that they were both in love with each other.

At the same time, it was a moment when the mutual love Rustyala desired for each other was proven to be genuine.

Over the course of a year, Rastiala had arrived here.

From there, it was a moment.

Rastiara takes a step forward.

The distance between them, which was even closer than it was, becomes even closer.

And then he calls the other person's name with a single word--

Kanamich: ......!

-Oh!

--the mouth of the thoughtful man, with his mouth.

Christ's eyes widened in surprise at this, but he did not resist. He immediately calms down, closes his eyes, and accepts the kiss.

Immediately, there is an 'oh' from the much quieter surroundings, and a delayed burst of applause. A loud ovation fills the 'eleventh crossroads'.

More cheers followed. Congratulations on the success of their confession went up one by one. Congratulations” and ”Well done,” as if they had just finished watching a play.

Of course, there was a small scream from the supposed fans, but it was quickly replaced by cheers of congratulations. You could tell that they were trying to be more tactful as fans than the flow of people around them. They were in a really good place, in a good crowd, confessing to a good crowd.

Surrounded by congratulations, the two men in the middle of the whirlwind are frozen in a kissing position with bright red faces.

They remain in the same position, not moving in the slightest.

The only thing that moves is the tears on both sides of their eyes.

That was probably .......

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this in the future.

...... Okay, here's your chance.

I had a feeling that both Christ and Rustyala wanted me to help, but I turned my back with a sigh and looked up at the sky.

You can't use any magic to stop me in that state.

''Haha ......, this time it's over.

It's over.

It is over in every sense of the word.

Perhaps the events of today will become the narrative of the Allies.

It's safe to say that another legend has been born.

It's been a long day, really.

A lot has happened.

And there's a lot of finishing touches to be done.

First I have to get to the bottom of this with Feydert and Emily lying there, and then I have to get them somewhere safe. In addition, we also need to retrieve Ragnet-san, who is being held at the cathedral, and cover up the fact that there was a 're-birth' ceremony.

I'll have to write the report first before someone else submits it.

I'd like to have the two of them in the back with their apple-like faces attached to each other, if possible, but ...... they look happy, so I'll leave them alone.

--I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it.

I'm going to take care of the messy aftermath.

Okay.

Deciding what I need to do, I slap myself on the cheek with my hands and try to walk away.

Then, with one last glance, I observe this - which will be more famous tomorrow than ever before as a date spot for couples - the Eleventh Crossroads.

The citizens of Hoosiers are boiling with joy.

Behind them, the couple's stone statue can be seen broken. Across from it, the couch on which they sat a week ago is also broken.

I will never again be able to eat here as I did a week ago.

No - there would never be another sweet time like this again.

There was enough in my heart now to make me think that.

I start to walk away. A few people in the audience look at me, but they quickly return their attention to the main stage. There is no one to stop me from leaving quietly, having finished my role as a matchmaker.

I walk out of the crowd of audience members surrounding the two main guys.

The layers are thicker than I expected, and it's hard to get out of the crowd.

Then I manage to get out of the 'eleventh crossroads' without disturbing the atmosphere of the place, and I mutter to myself as I walk down the streets of Hoosier's.

As if in response to what's in that chest--

'I know, Miss Tiara. This is where the real battle begins, right?

If it's as she thought, even if we later 'look past' this 'Huskyard Nation', we won't get to the 'truth' of today, even if we 'look past' this 'Huskyard Nation'.

Not to the world, not to the apostles, not to Christ, not to 'her', not to anyone--

I shiver at the chill of the upcoming battle.

Even with all that happy ending, my ”evil feeling” skill hasn't stopped. In fact, its effects are only increasing.

There is still a long way to go.

As if to prove that, the road continues in front of us.

I continue on the road to the cathedral in Hoozeyer's, where Tiara was.

Leaving Christ and Rastiara alone (...) --

Today, there is no doubt that I have reached a point of closure in my life.

Whether it was a debt that I felt for my brother or a debt that I felt for Christ and the others - I can't put it into words, but I can tell you that my important 'mission' is over.

The boy and girl that Brother Hein loved are now happy.

Seeing those two happy was one of my goals in life.

I crossed that goal today.

It's been a long road, I think.

This goal gives me a certain amount of satisfaction.

I'll never forget the looks on their faces until the day I die. The 'ritual' ended the way everyone wanted it to. I think I have reached the place where my brother couldn't reach a year ago, but I think I've reached the place where my brother has reached instead.

I'm glad to see that the trump card people in my soul - everyone else - are also happy.

However, they don't seem to have time to get drunk on that sense of satisfaction.

Of course, this isn't the end of everything.

I have a new ”mission”.

What awaited me after I crossed the finish line was another long road.

The next road is much longer.

The next wall is even higher.

And the next one will be tougher.

But I'm not in a gloomy mood at all.

I'm feeling really good.

This is why life is not boring, and I can afford to enjoy it, and even think that it is unbearable.

It would be an unthinkable feeling when my brother was dead and I was trying to kill Christ and Rustyala.

I've really changed, I admire myself a bit, and walk down the road.

His steps are light.

As I walk, I look up at the sky and see a clear sky.

'Oh ....... It's a really nice day--

It's a beautiful day--

At that moment, it seemed to me for no reason that my life had now really begun.