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The spinning head saw the girl's back and then the headless corpse.

Finally, his gaze lingered permanently on the stone behind the corpse.

The patterns are intricate, and the edges are inlaid with gold.

That was half of the throne's backrest.

The head rolled on the ground and turned into charred remains in the raging fire.

This is his end.

Just as the prophecy said.

The false king died on a throne that did not belong to him.

Melantha's hand, gripping the straight knife, froze in mid-air.

She was panting heavily.

But she has never felt so relaxed.

He was so weak that he couldn't even turn around.

Melanie leaned back and fell straight to the ground.

However, she landed on a pair of arms covered by arm armor.

"teacher."

Melantha looked up at the helmet that covered her face.

The girl smiled.

"Ah."

The immortal grasped Melantha's hand.

"I miss you so much."

This is a young girl's heartfelt expression of longing for him as she journeys alone through the river of time.

"I'm so happy."

"I'm so happy to see you again."

"..."

The immortals didn't know how to respond.

He received a call from the doctor.

From the moment the black curtain rose in the sky, people kept reporting the battle situation to the doctor.

The Doctor still couldn't shake his worries about Melantha and told the Undead about it.

He didn't know what the girl in front of him had gone through to choose to return to the present and search for that sliver of hope that didn't even exist.

In fact, as a teacher, he owed his student in front of him too much from the very beginning.

The Fire Mage stood at the top of the stairs, gazing at the figure of the Undead holding Melantha in the distance, and lowered her gaze slightly.

She will not break the silence.

Because the time that belongs to a young girl is running out.

"But I feel so bad."

Moisture suddenly filled my eyes.

Tears streamed down her face as if a dam had burst, leaving her pale cheeks covered in dust.

"I don't want to leave, teacher. I don't want to leave here, I don't want to go back."

Melanie had never done anything like freely confiding her willfulness to her teacher before.

The girl cried, frantically reaching out to hug her teacher's arm, wanting to keep this warmth in her memory.

Once she returned, she would have to confront her own world, that desolate silence.

However, there has never been two guardians recognized by the First Flame at the same time in history.

Melantha is a time traveler, possessing an unwavering will stored within her. After fulfilling her mission, she will eventually return to her own world.

And now.

The badge lying silently in the girl's clothes gradually lost its luster.

Before the sole guardian, she, an illegal immigrant, is being repelled by the flames.

The immortals know that different worlds may come into contact and overlap, but ultimately they cannot stay there for long.

Melanie must leave.

The Undead held Melantha's small hand, and her wounds gradually healed.

Without a word, Melanie's sobbing gradually stopped.

With steady, rising and falling breaths, the arm that had been tightly holding the immortal slowly slid down.

Those who came from the future embark on their journey home.

The flames burned silently.

The firewood crackled and sparks flew everywhere.

as always.

And -501. Their story is not over yet.

"Good morning, Grand Knight Commander! Yesterday's Major qualifiers saw quite a few familiar faces again! Thanks to the endless stream of infected knights, seven of our Knights Association players were eliminated! But two seeded players also fell, I think you'll all have to pay compensation, because the Knights Association definitely won't swallow this insult. There's been another power outage in the thirteenth district, the internet was sabotaged, and again..."

The radio was playing the host's familiar voice.

In the soft morning light, the doors of Martin's Bar had just closed for the day.

Old Martin yawned, saw off the last two customers, and was about to turn over the sign that said "Open for Business".

One foot stopped by the sign outside the door.

Old Martin looked at the visitor with some surprise.

He remembered seeing this middle-aged man a few years ago.

"Excuse me, is this Martin's Bar?"

The man glanced uncertainly at the sign above the door, now devoid of its lights.

"Of course, who are you?"

Martin looked at him with some confusion.

The man was holding something wrapped in a black cloth.

He breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what Martin said, and then smiled at Martin.

“My name is Ander, we’ve met before.”

...

Time flows on.

A year has passed since the decisive battle in Victoria.

The false king of Kazdel died on his throne, and no one knows what really happened there.

Rhodes Island disappeared after leading this decisive battle.

Like ghosts, they can be found all over Terra.

After reclaiming their homeland, the Victorians also intensified their efforts to rebuild the city of Londinium.

As for the royalist rivalry in Victoria, nobody cares about that issue anymore.

The royalists of Aslan, who had defeated the dragon in that war of national defense, wielding the symbol of Victoria—steam armor—had earned everyone's respect and attention.

Even though some nobles and members of parliament still have to oppose the Aslan royalists because of past alliances.

But it's clear to everyone that the young king who emerged from the lower city will take over Victoria Palace once everything returns to normal.

With Kazdel losing its leader, the already chaotic kingdom entered an even more chaotic period.

However, several forces are vaguely gathering in Sarkaz, including the Reunion Movement, which was once an organization that rebelled against the infected.

However, many ordinary people do not care about this issue.

In a life that is enough to break one's back, finding the only happiness is their urgent task.

This year, the most important event is undoubtedly the triennial Casimir Major.

After three years, the people of Kazimir are finally celebrating their festival again.

Everyone is looking forward to this year's competition.

In the previous Major, a dark horse emerged out of nowhere, overwhelming all the competing riders and winning the title that belonged to him with an unparalleled performance.

He then vanished after a brutal attack that is still strictly forbidden to be discussed today.

He may not be a figure in the martial arts world, but his presence is felt everywhere.

The girl who accepted the award on behalf of that warrior knight finally stood on the field this year as an independent knight.

Will she be able to receive her own unique title, just like her teacher?

"What?!"

A young girl with long, silky golden hair, still wearing her pajamas, hurriedly pushed open the door of Martin's Bar.

"The teacher is here?! Where is she?! Teacher, come out here! Maria is here!"

Old Martin glanced at the girl by the door, and his eye twitched.

Even though he's a grown man, he's still so energetic and cheerful.

But it's this kid's energy that makes him so likable.

"Teacher! Teacher!"