"You Can Take It."
Today was destined to be recorded in the history of this planet.
Although there were still few people who could fully understand what had happened, there was no doubt that, after more than a year, from 2018 all the way to today in 2020, the crisis of the Humanity Incineration had finally been resolved.
Human history had been restored.
The Human Order had been reestablished.
The flames that had burned away the surface of the planet had been extinguished, and many of the things that had been destroyed gradually reappeared as if they had returned to their original state.
Naturally, that included the countless humans who had originally been burned to ashes.
They were sure to be astonished.
To them, it had been no more than the time it took to sleep, yet 2018 had already passed, and even 2019 had gone by, bringing human history into 2020.
They were sure to be shaken.
Because that inexplicably lost year and more had remained neither in their memories nor in the records of any corner of this planet. Only the world itself had clearly engraved this experience. Aside from that, only Chaldea, which had persevered under immense pressure until now, still remembered everything.
At the very least, when Chaldea returned to the mountaintop of the snow-covered mountain more than 6,000 meters above sea level, everyone inside Chaldea smiled, then cried. They embraced one another, crying and laughing at once, cheering in happiness and celebration. They no longer cared about status, positions, or anything else, freely venting the joy in their hearts.
Even Olga Marie forced herself to support her gravely wounded, seemingly dying body. She tried desperately to hold back tears of overwhelming joy, yet she could not stop them from falling.
Naturally, Roman was the same.