The boundaries between people have disappeared; there are no longer distinctions of nationality or the constraints of religion.
All that remains is a shared yearning for a better future.
For these people, the current outcome is undoubtedly a happy one.
They were all survivors.
But... what about them?
Leah's expression suddenly darkened, and her brows furrowed.
Looking out at the bustling crowd, a deep sadness welled up in her heart.
Erica exhausted all her power and turned back into an ordinary person.
Aurelian is alright; she's recovering quickly.
However, due to the excessive consumption of her life force, she has very little life left.
Although he is only in his twenties, he may only live to be thirty.
And Gwen.
The final thunderbolt left her with a lifelong disability, confining her to a wheelchair for the rest of her life.
It is said that with great power comes great responsibility.
But because they shouldered too much responsibility, they lost all their abilities.
Even if they are ultimately hailed as 'heroes' and revered by thousands,
Is this really a perfect ending for them?
This is not perfect.
Lia felt a tightness in her chest. After taking a deep breath, she stood up from her desk and slowly left the study.
She stood in the second-floor corridor, feeling the silence around her.
The vast Clevina mansion was almost deserted at this moment.
She dispatched all the servants and demi-humans in her household to participate in the reconstruction of the empire.
So much so that she was the only one left in the whole house.
And Victor.
She gently pushed open the door to Viktor's room and looked inside.
Viktor was sitting quietly in a leather chair, holding a thick book in his hands.
Beside the table, a pink-furred fox was lazily resting its tail, quietly taking a nap.
But Viktor wasn't paying attention to reading.
His gaze remained fixed on the window, his eyes as usual, devoid of much color.
Perhaps sensing the approaching person, Viktor turned his head.
She looked at Liya and smiled slightly.
"You've arrived."
Lia stood at the door, not daring to go in.
She looked at the little fox lying on the side of the table—that was Henney.
Because of Viktor, she could never regain her human form.
It can only remain in this animal form forever.
Not only Henny, but other demons as well.
Because they are sealed inside the magic tower, they cannot replenish their power and can only remain in the most ordinary animal form.
These changes are all due to Victor.
After that battle, even this great hero who saved the world lost all his power.
There was no magic left in his body, and he could no longer use war magic as easily as fireworks.
Viktor, who no longer possesses magic and is just like an ordinary person, is no longer able to replenish the magic tower or even summon the demons within it.
Will Viktor accept this?
Lia knew that the answer to this question was definitely 'no'.
"What's your decision?"
He closed the book, placed it calmly on the table, and casually reached out to stroke the little fox beside him.
Feeling the touch on his body, the little fox comfortably nudged Viktor's palm, enjoying the momentary warmth he brought.
As Victor questioned her, Leah's eyes reddened slightly.
But she still suppressed her emotions and said in a low voice:
"I know it's selfish of me to do this, but..."
"Can't you just stay with me..."
"Leah."
A calm voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Lia's words and startling her.
Lia raised her head, biting her lip, and looked at Victor with resentment.
"Whether it's Aurelian, Gwen, Erica, or even Henney,"
"Their fates all stemmed from me."
Do you think I'll feel at ease?
He calmly stood up from the chair and picked up the cane, which resembled a tree branch, from beside the chair.
It seemed to be the staff left behind by the archmage after his death, and it fell down along with Endymion after the explosion.
Victor walked up to Lia, leaning on his cane.
And he reached out a hand and gently stroked the other person's face.
"I know this is very unfair to you."
"But I can't just stand by and do nothing about them."
As he finished speaking, Victor gently wiped away the tears that Leah had been unable to hold back from her eyes with his thumb.
So, forgive me.
"If it happened again, the outcome would be the same, or even worse."
"Then I'll try again."
The second time, the third time.
Hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of times.
As a game booster, he had already experienced the same outcome countless times.
But this time, what he's trying to boost is his own destiny.
"I've said it before, I hate regrets,"
I only like perfect endings.
...
[Should I use the World-Class Item - 'The Exiled Episius'?]
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