EPILOGUE 1

The Hell Gate was closed.

The aura that powered the demon forces everywhere was cut off, and victory leaned again towards the defenders of Pleiades, the armies of the kingdom and the emperor.

UOOOOOOO!

The last strike of the Wind and Lightning Flurry Strikes unfolded at the fingertips of Count Bayer, the Sword Saint of Wind, cutting off the neck of the Gray Lady.

The flames of Count Chase, who had been waiting for the perfect moment, ignited the Gray Lady, and the emperors army burst into shouts of victory at the sight of the calamity finally collapsing.

We won! We won!

Sword Saint of Wind!

Red Storm!

A rather strange situation occurred when the soldiers of the empire shouted out the nicknames of generals from the kingdoms army, but none of their officers criticized them for it.

Even the imperial Sword Masters were shouting out the names of Count Bayer and Count Chase.

You did well.

Count Chase said as he landed on the ground.

As a giant nearly two meters tall, he looked imposing and strong, but his old friend, Count Bayer, could tell.

Count Chase only appeared fine on the outside, but he was actually on the verge of collapsing.

You must have felt it She suddenly became weak.

At Count Bayers words, Count Chase slightly frowned and drank a potion.

He spoke as he burned once more the Gray Lady who had already become ashes.

The power of Hell that strengthened the calamity has been cut off. The sky of the imperial capital has also changed.

Yes, I guess the kids have done a good job.

Their children.

Count Bayer silently smiled as Count Chases sight dimmed a bit. He no longer had the energy to stand, so he fell and plopped down the ground before looking to the south where the imperial capital was.

Jude and Cordelia.

Count Bayers second son and his daughter-in-law.

The two people who had always loved each other unchangingly despite the world being repeated many times.

To be honest, Count Bayer had very few memories of his past lives.

As Jude had said, Count Bayer was always killed in the early stages of the war.

Even if he wanted to remember, there was not much to remember.

But even so

There were things that vaguely came to mind.

There were things that he could guess without remembering.

I hope you two will be happy together this time.

Without hurting each other.

Without only one surviving and spending their entire life in tears.

I hope that this time, the two of you can live together, loving each other.

Hmph.

Count Chase snorted, and Count Bayer laughed.

Count Chase was easily misunderstood because of his personality, appearance, and usual behavior, but Count Bayer also knew again this time.

That Count Chase agreed with him too.

He sincerely hoped for it.

So just like his son, Jude, Count Bayer asked a mischievous question.

Arthur, will you acknowledge Jude now?

Hmph, not yet.

I see, youre saying that you acknowledge him. Since his build problem, the only problem that you used to question, has been solved. Now, he looks quite good, or rather, he looks imposing, right?

Not yet.

I see, youre saying that youre satisfied.

Count Chase narrowed his eyes at the strange answer that follow