Chapter 112
Even in this world where the Teacher is gone, the girl, all alone, still longs to call out his name.
"Novia."
The moment I close my eyes, those loving times appear in my mind, and even if the world changes drastically, this longing will not fade away in the slightest.
"My Teacher, who knows, might still be somewhere doing something, continuing to work hard on something."
Even if Teacher is feeling down, as long as there are people who need him, he will immediately cheer up and do what he can to help.
"That's right, that's just Teacher personality."
"So I must wait for him and find him."
"Mmm, I've been waiting for him."
I will study hard as before.
"She will also cook delicious meals for him herself."
"And I've changed a lot already..."
"What else is there..."
"I will wait for him..."
"... Domitius will always wait for his Teacher..."
"It's so beautiful."
As the emperor approached his twilight years, he gazed at the Rose resting on his fingertip and smiled.
The Rose swayed gently in the breeze, as if they were blushing and nodding in agreement.
Then, she raised the hand holding the Rose and gently scattered them.
They flew towards a place that was both vast and extremely distant.
He watched it disappear completely from sight, then stretched out a big yawn.
Then--
The sunlight is so merciless; even if you pretend to close your eyes, you can still see it... at that moment.
I have been waiting, and waiting forever.
The emperor closed his eyes and silently recited this.
Suddenly, I felt something poke my back; it turned out to be Rose petal drifting in the wind.
Then—she opened her eyes.
The news of my impending death came like a shooting star, and tears flowed uncontrollably, more painful than on that day itself.
"... Are you kidding me...? This can't be real... I haven't even waited for... Teacher... I... Novia..."
The body, covered in wounds and filled with confusion and bewilderment, was only able to continue living because of a promise made to the Teacher...
If only nightmares would disappear naturally by morning, but what is this dream that I can't shake off even after waking up?
Even though she had already decided not to cry anymore, his profile seemed to be right in front of her.
His profile...
I still remember his profile. I long to meet you again, the one who taught me the meaning of love.
The aging emperor knew this was just self-consolation.
Sighs linger in the twilight, Serenity sprouts in the wilderness.
Looking out over the already created world, it is vast and silent as if it were eternal.
I'm so unwilling to accept this...
As the emperor approached his twilight years, he leaned back in his chair, his entire body relaxing as if he were peacefully asleep.
At that moment, she buried herself in the world.
Just as everything is passing by in stillness, everything outside of the heart ceases to exist.
Just then—
She saw the sea that had been calling out to her since she was a child.
The world is dyed red, an endless sea of Rose.
She seemed to see a dark sea, her vision blurred by tears, but with each rise and fall of the tide, her heart would surge, as if constantly knocking on the door of old memories.
She continued wailing and walked towards the sea without looking back.
Regardless of the feeling of trembling uncontrollably due to pain,
It's still the heart-wrenching Sorrow I'm experiencing now.
I saw it; what I saw reflected on the dark water was my own distorted image, and a question involuntarily arose in my mind:
If you stretch your hands into the water, can you strangle this neck?
Accept all of this?
However, she smiled, shook her head, turned, and walked away towards the end of her life.
Because I promised the Teacher.
In fact, ever since that day, carried by the gentle breeze, the girl would sometimes run through the tree-lined slopes to reminisce.
The cycle repeats itself.
That was a path of endless cycles of the past.
Teacher, do you know that this suppressed love could burst forth at any moment?
A golden breeze swept by, and leaves fell in abundance.
In my memory, you, Teacher, were reading in your room, dozing off as you faced the book, while I, at that time, wished I could quietly lean against you.
I just want to keep this peace forever, I want to be surrounded by that warmth forever, that's all.
Only you, always only you, only you who never changes.
Please don't forget me; please keep me sealed deep in the depths of your eyes.
I've always only liked you, always only liked you, because you are the only Teacher remains unchanged.
Now that things have come to this, is your disciple Domitius worthy of your love?
The wind stopped.
The petals stopped falling.
The body also stopped.
The sound stopped.
His breathing stopped.
My heart stopped beating.
And so, life comes to an end.
The age of gods has come to an end; resurrection is a miracle that is difficult to perform in the age of humans.
But in that instant, the world was filled with blue, and the blue stretched to an unknown extent. Just like in a dream, a small circle appeared out of nowhere and vanished without any hindrance, yet in a fleeting and ethereal way.
Then, countless tiny rays of light gradually rose into the sky, and then enveloped the already-dead Rose Emperor.
Then, after countless years, she finally opened her eyes and Present World as Draco, waiting as always.
She would never admit defeat now, so the beast had only one wish, buried deep within her heart after a series of cries as frequent as breathing.
No matter what, we will find the Teacher; no matter where we are, we will find him.
Therefore, no matter what, whether I wait silently or remain alone, I will surely find my Teacher again.
My love, when that time comes, under the blue summer sky, give me a big hug.
A deep embrace, telling of joy, Sorrow, memories, wishes, and all of this.
In the endless, long night, let the two feel each other's weight and listen to each other's heartbeats.
That must be something more precious than anything else.
That must have been the same temperature as that day in my memory.
"I love you, Yu's Teacher, Novia."
And so, in that blood-red world, after the Holy Grail War in the snowfield, she sensed a familiar presence.
Draco averted his gaze from the swaying Sea of Blood, sat on his Throne, plunged his tail into the crimson sea, and opened his eyes.
And so, the beast seemed to hear that distant and nostalgic voice from the past.
"'A symbol of prosperity and passion, a representative of glory and compassion, shining Rome is blessing us all.' Teacher, don't you agree?"
She called out to that irreplaceable being.
She knew that her appearance was unacceptable to her Teacher, Novia, but it didn't matter anymore; it was already like this.
"... Teacher, you've arrived... I've become an Evil beast, you're bound to come and punish me eventually, why don't you come to see me?"
Draco turned back, gazing at the Sea of Blood that followed him, looking at the world shrouded in crimson rain and blood:
"Is it because I've become ugly? Is it because they don't want to kill me? Is it because they hate me?"
That day, Teacher, you risked everything to save me, and perhaps you are still atoning for the sins I caused you.
All your suffering is the punishment I have inflicted upon you.
So, I want to return what I received from you.
I dedicate my entire life to you, because all that I have gained in eternity is for you.
I give you my forever, all of it, everything.
"Ah, it's alright, it's alright. It's okay if you hate how I look, Teacher. I'll come back to you, even if you kill me."
196: Melusine: Nero is small now, I am invincible (2k5) (End of Volume)
Several days have passed since the end of the Snowfield Holy Grail War.
Thanks to Novia, Snowfield City doesn't have any major problems, and as for the Kihara, the Church has Kouhaku on its side, so there shouldn't be any issues either.
Therefore, Novia, back in Romania, enjoyed a few peaceful days. Although she suddenly had Altrouge Brunestud, Kihara, and Attila, there weren't any major problems among them. If there was any issue, it was probably that Melusine liked to use her face to mock others, which annoyed everyone.
But to be fair, Novia also wondered if Melusine just liked doing this on purpose, and then sliding along the track at lightning speed.
However, although it feels quite good, a small reminder is needed, according to the silver-haired youth.
Another day passed, and when Novia woke up from her dream, she first gently moved Altrouge Brunestud and Typhon away from her. Then, a system notification box suddenly appeared in front of Novia's eyes.
He stared blankly at the system subtitles in front of him, as the 'time travel' option was flashing and refreshing slightly.
1515, Britain.
This period is the well-known Renaissance.
In truth, for Novia, who had already passed through Rome and the Huns, there was essentially no need to continue, as their strength was already sufficient.
But--
Similar to before she traveled to the Huns era, Novia had a premonition that something extremely related to her would happen afterward, something that seemed to have originated from her... She only went to Rome, so why were there so many subsequent consequences?
This premonition was so strong that, even though he made a comment, he had already made up his mind.
However, Novia had a feeling that perhaps he should wait a while.
Although he couldn't quite explain it, the idea just popped into his head... but in the end, he decided to just let it go and start now.
Therefore, as the thought was made up, everything suddenly went black before his eyes, and his unsupported body leaned against Typhon's body on the mattress. Only the Sun shining through the window made the Cross on his chest and Treta Yuga Silver Arabesque he held in his hand so dazzling that the carving gradually turned into an illusory shadow.
Meanwhile, in the new apartment that Sajyou Manaka had purchased, the 37-year-old beautiful girl stared blankly at the petite girl with bloodshot lines on her face, who was wearing a hood and wearing a hood. She cried out, on the verge of tears:
"No way, another one I can't beat?"