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The blue magic stone, beautiful as a sapphire, was lit by a faint white rainbow light.

[Guardian's Magical Stone]

The magical crystals of the guardian Hitaki and the guardian Tiara

There are two souls that dwell in it.

The consequences that the two who left would have believed were engraved on the 'display' of that magic stone.

Immediately, I let it sink into my body, just like everyone else's magic stones.

And I also read the text that sticks to my retina.

[The title 'The Deepest Castaway' has been acquired.

Water Magic +0.50 correction to water magic

Now, one otherworldly exile tale has ended.

The invaders from another world were defeated by an ordinary girl who was born in another world.

And not only was she defeated, but she was also defeated by her hand and it was a happy ending.

I let out a breath of admiration at that perfect ending and start walking again. I find a couch with few deficiencies nearby and sit down before looking around.

There are no more 'threads' rising in the sky.

Although the ground has been distorted by the effects of the battle, all kinds of magic has been lifted.

By now, people would be waking up from the Otherworldly Winter (Wintry Dimension) that had frozen the continent. While they are baffled by the dreams they have been having for a long time, they should be slowly returning to real life.

That's right.

Gradually, the world will return to normal.

Since Yangtaki's freezing magic is only 'still', once the magic is broken, it will simply return to the front of 'still'. It's really a gentle magic.

Of course, it would take hundreds of years to completely wipe out the influence of Youtaki and Tiara.

But I'm sure it's not all bad.

From what I hear, the South and North have ended their conflict and formed a 'North-South Alliance' to counter the world's enemy, Yotaki. The fact that the history of the unity of all the countries, even if only for a short time, is an important turning point for this different world.

It may be possible that today is the starting point for the maintenance of peace for hundreds of years to come, given the unique nature of the current North-South Alliance and the balance of power in its upper echelons.

Ha, ha. ...... You're thinking about something that doesn't fit.

I chuckle to myself as I even begin to think about what happens after the world goes back to normal.

I know what caused it.

My biggest goal in life is gone and I have too much room to spare.

I am no longer in a hurry to protect the 'most important thing' in my life, my sister.

There is no need to return to the ”original world” or worry about an incurable disease.

It means you don't have to go to the 'deepest' and you don't have to fight anyone.

There's really nothing to do anymore, so you'll be looking for something to fill the gaping hole in your chest.

It's the same state of mind as the one in Ragne. I've finally reached my destination of 'the summit', but my heart is empty, dare not, and cold.

'Yeah, I'm done with everything ....... But thanks to that guy, it's a little different .......

The difference between me and Ragne is held in my right hand.

I flipped through the book randomly and looked at the pages written on it.

The book contains memories of me written by Rustyala.

The content was mostly about exploring the labyrinth.

Nowadays, I don't feel nervous because I know I'm the creator, but back then the labyrinth was really scary and unsettling ...... but I think it was exciting and fun every day.

I miss it.

Every page of this book is proof that we are 'real'.

I'm going to read through those memories and finally - I'm going to read about it.

”--I love you.

I will die holding that one sentence in my arms.

Here and forever, the Rustyala Hoosiers will continue to 'dream' --

I read with my inherited skill of 'reading' and even included that 'between the lines' and thoughtfully thought about it.

And then the next page.

Tracing a finger across the blank page, we read it now, too.

I've mastered the skill I inherited, 'writing', and used my magic power to carve the letters.

If I had to give it a magic name, it would be around magic 《Magic Writer》.

”--And at the cost of Rastiara Fuzzyaz's death, Aikawa Kanami ended all the battles.

What left his chest was an emptiness. There was a void that stretched on forever.

But he would never stop in that sea of emptiness.

The boy the girl loved keeps moving forward. He will not waste the accumulation of his life so far, and he will not forget or fail, but he will move forward, forward and forward--

And I wrote lightly.

A continuation of the story, which is still less than a page long.

There are still a lot of blank pages at ......

It remains.

And the rest of Rastiara's story.

And the rest of my story.

” ”

That blank sheet of paper was so crystal clear. A bunch of pages where you can freely write down the future without being guided or controlled by anyone else.

It's proof that you can live your life as you please.

'From now on, you can write whatever you want: ....... Haha.

Write your own path, write yourself.

It was the most liberating feeling ever to do just that.

For the first time, I knew that freedom was such a happy, joyful and pleasant thing.

Haha .......

After laughing to the hilt, I sighed and stood up.

It's about time I got the strength back in my legs.

I may not be able to fight, but I'll be able to at least walk around.

I want to meet up with my friends first.

The closest one from here would be Ryner or Reaper.

Certainly, Dia, Maria, and Snow shouldn't be too far away, either.

I'll wake everyone up and then--

-- and as I pondered, my skin felt the swell of magic.

It was sudden.

But I wasn't surprised or impatient.

It's true that I'm in no condition to fight right now. But to begin with, since Tiara and Yotaki disappeared from the story - there is no more opponent to fight (・・・・・・・) with me (・・・・・) in this (...) 'other world' (・・・・).

But because I'm used to losing, my heart is calm and I watched his sudden arrival.

With the swell of magical power, a ”break” enters the empty space in front of me.

Then, when it expanded to a size that could be called a gate, an old man appeared from behind it on foot.

It was a familiar face for the first time in a thousand years.

The old man, who looks familiar, appears the same as before - not in the same way as before, but with the features of a ”tree man” (Doriad) protruding from the hem of his loose robe.

Though his racial characteristics have mutated, there is no doubt about it.

No matter how much its appearance changes, I can now tell the color of its soul from the color of its body.

That's the last 'Apostle', Di Prakula-san.

The appearance of the most trusted person in the ”Apostle” makes me feel relieved, and I greet him.

'It's been a long time, Mr. Di Prakula,'

............!

Mr. Diprakra was a little surprised when he got ahead of the conversation. However, he immediately gives a light cough and throws back a friendly greeting.

'Hmm. Long time no see, really .......

'Yeah, I miss it so much ....... But it's kind of a weird feeling.

It's been a thousand years since I've had amnesia twice in between, and it's the first time in a thousand years.

However, since I was repeating my 'past vision' just a few minutes ago, I don't feel like it's been a long time since I've been able to see it from the heart.

I talk to Diprakra-san as if I were talking to a relative's uncle.

'Put that in (・・・・・・) and you've only changed your mood a bit or ....... The quintessential 'star-stealer'.

I tried to be the same as I was a thousand years ago.

But it seems that Mr. Di Prakula's side can't maintain the ”same relationship as before”.

-- the way he looked at me was different than it was a thousand years ago.

His mouth is on the verge of slackening.

The heat of anticipation is in his gaze.

I'm suppressing the urge to go down on one knee at any moment.

From the difference in his demeanor, I could read the reason for his appearance now.

'It's Kanami, ....... Do you mind if I talk to you?

Cutting it out after everything was over, he must have been looking for an opportunity (timing) all along. As I recall, the Lord of the Apostles had a hard time with Yotaki and Tiara. There's only one story about leaving those two out of the fold.

''Sure, fine. I'd love to ...... talk to you.

There was no reason to refuse.

Rather, I welcomed it.

I like stories.

Especially the story of the ”World of Swords and Magic” where this Rastiara and I had our ”adventure” - because I really love the story of this ”other world” - and I want to live my life as I please from now on (・・・・・・・).

Following that original desire, with the book in hand open, I look forward to the continuation of ”The Adventure”. While flipping through the pages and savoring the feel of my fingertips, I prepare for the skill 'writing' and suggest it to Diprakra-san.

'So, let's continue with the 'we' story,'

That ”we” is me and Rustyala.

As long as I, the protagonist of Rastiara, continue my adventures, the story of her, the heroine of Aikawa Uzumi, will never end.

The Story of the World of Rastiara” will never end. It will never end.

--I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

Even though our bodies may be apart, our souls will be together.

The continuation of that will be a happy one, that's for sure.

Never again will I let go of my ”Only One Destiny”.

That's the only way that is worthy of the continuation that everyone has entrusted to me - that's the only way that I am determined to be worthy of the continuation that everyone else has entrusted to me, Di Prakula-san must have felt my determination. With a hardened face and a slight tremble in his voice, he proceeds to speak solemnly.

'Ah, ah, ....... It's going on. Even though it is now just the two of us, the plan that we started that day is still--

Mr. Diprakra nodded widely and then looked away from me.

I squinted at the rundown hoozeyards around me.

What lies beyond that gaze is probably not the 'now' but the 'past'. As I remember the Hoosier's garden from a thousand years ago, I realize that I've spent the same time here.

This is the cathedral of the Confederate Hoosiers of the 'frontier', but at the same time it is the same place as the Hoosiers' castle that perished a thousand years ago.

The story continues.

Hearing that declaration, I, like Mr. Diprakra, narrowed my eyes.

The place that had once been the beginning had become the place of the end.

This is where ”The Story of the Aikawa Brothers and Sisters” started over, and the last page of the book began.

The Story of the Starry Skies” began here, and the last page of ”The Story of the Starry Skies” has reached its final page.

That's why I would like to start 'A New Story' from scratch.

'Yes. I won't let it end (・・・・・・・)--

The next one will be a story that will be spun by itself rather than someone else's script.

Our Heroic Tale is both new and a continuation of the story.

This is finally the real Aikawa Uzumi's story.

I have now begun to write ”Rastiara's Wish to Continue” on the blank page.