Volume 6, Epilogue
The crowd was cheering.
In the midst of the violent dust, a cry of victory echoed around the world. The flag with the black dragon on it was burned and turned into ashes that flowed down the ground.
Many corpses with the lion’s emblem engraved on their chests were being trampled by the frenzied soldiers.
Forgetting the military code, they were all gazing at the same place.
One woman was holding a head up to the sky.
Some are quietly gazing at such clamor. Blending in with the soldiers, nobody could see them, but the air was clearly different here.
There is a chill in the air like cold air cowering and tearing at one’s guts.
Even though the soldiers around them were screaming with joy, their expressions did not change at all.
“The king’s presence is gone. The “usurper” is definitely dead.”
“Then what do we do now?”
There was no joy on their faces, no sadness in their voices, no anger in their bodies.
Just the facts, spoken in a voice with no inflection.
“The time has come for us to emerge from the abyss.”
The wind trembled, and the air creaked.
A definite change ― and yet no one notices.
No one will notice the changes in the isolated world.
“Our Father. Give the fools eternal torment. Our Father. Give peace to the saints.”
And with that, they disappeared unnoticed.
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