[You visited a familiar place]
[The breeze gently and softly blew through the trees, creating a soothing rustling sound. Even if there were restless emotions, they would unknowingly blend into this peaceful and serene atmosphere]
[In the night sky, the bright full moon cast shimring light]
[It was as beautiful and lancholic as ever]
"Heh, not defeated?"
Moran's heart also beca much more peaceful.
[There was a peace beyond imagination. He didn't co to mourn the things he had lost in the past.]
[But to rember who he is now.]
"Right now, I am still living happily, and I can still do this well. You idiot woman, thanks to you, I am alive now, and I will work hard to live on in the future."
Moran felt that it didn't matter even if he was called a failure.
But, it must not be said to be aningless.
Although in all respects it was unpleasant, he was once again strong-ard by the troubleso goddess.
[The past is not sothing you can ignore if you don't want to.]
[Inadvertently, the past will always catch up and entangle you, like a curse that is persistent.]
[But, he was not corrupted.]
[He still tenaciously maintained the appearance that she loved.]
[The dazzling and handso appearance that the wives thought.]
[Not forced, Moran himself is also proud of it.]
[He wants to continue to live like this, and is still dreaming about the possibilities that living can bring.]
"Ah, as long as people are alive, they have to eat. Even the most unpalatable dishes will one day beco delicacies."
Moran found a shady spot under a tree and sat down.
He supported his knee with one hand and looked up at the moon.
Living a long life will definitely lead to losing so things, but it is precisely because of living a long life that it is possible to pick them up again.
Not excessively stagnant, not going backwards.
Instead, he fills the shortcomings of the past by moving forward to the future and the present. This is the truth of life that Moran practices.
"Hoo..."
Moran breathed out.
[You feel the beauty and peace of your country.]
[You are sure that you have protected the ideal land that should be protected, and you have indeed left a place to create happiness.]
[You have already defeated the gods.]
[Currently, all that remains is greed.]
[Although saying that you won't actively look for her existence, you still left her a place to return to.]
[Whenever you think of that self-assertive idiot.]
[You can never be straightforward with her.]
[Maybe, she gave too much.]
[It's because the guilt in your heart is unbearable, as the saying goes, an idiot should do what an idiot should do.]
[Usually so frivolous.]
[But her final performance was so befitting the word goddess.]
"Darling..."
In an instant, he felt an unbelievable warmth.
Moran hadn't forgotten where he was.
Being able to hear this voice in his beautiful, quiet, and undisturbed domain was indeed surprising.
The moonlight was cold, but also very warm.
It was not an auditory hallucination caused by excessive recollection of the past.
"Artemis..."
Moran's soul seed to be trembling.
It was a feeling like resonance.
This connection transcended ti and space, filling Moran's incomplete heart since that war, gradually restoring its color.
Yes, he was very sure that he was loved.
With this conviction in his heart, he released his senses and found another presence behind the big tree he was leaning on.
It was so unbelievable that it felt like an illusion.
Finally, he couldn't help but smile.
"Oops, I've been discovered?"
"Well... it's so obvious, how could I not notice? That's why I say, an idiot is an idiot..."
Moran leaned against the tree trunk without turning his head.
Because he knew that on the other side was the thing he wanted to retrieve, the thing he had lost in the past.
It was like being in a world where you could feel eternity, or a mont of stillness.
The past had once again caught up.
It's not without reason that the future holds beauty.
Falling into a long silence, without a sound, only the faint chirping of insects echoed in his ears.
It was like savoring a happy ti.
Yes, that's how it was at this mont.
"Darling... are you angry?"
"Do you think this is what an angry person looks like?"
"If I were to judge, umm... I feel a little bit scared... I'm indeed a little uneasy..."
The woman wove intellectual words.
She had a mysterious color in the moonlight.
"You're not... really angry, are you...?"
"Yeah, a little."
Moran answered without denying it.
This further triggered the goddess's sensitive nerves.
"—Th-there's no helping it! Even if the world is destroyed, I still want you to live, Darling! If it happened again, I would still do it!"
"Saying it so matter-of-factly. Then at least look at now and say it to my face to make it convincing... Artemis."
Moran turned his head back.
What he saw was a scene so familiar that it was etched in his soul.
That snow-white hair like the first snow.
Crystal clear skin.
Her appearance was as exquisite as a goddess, more pure than anything else, a beauty that could never be forgotten.
"If necessary, of course I will say it. I don't plan to back down on matters related to you, Darling! Never back down!"
Artemis's eyes were full of determination.
But there was a hint of apprehension in her voice.
That apprehension was not a doubt about herself, but an unease about the possibility that the person she loved might be angry.
"In that case, I won't back down either. Now, you have appeared before my eyes again, so you are mine... I will not allow you to leave my hands. This has nothing to do with your personal will."
"Umm... so forceful... Darling has beco more overbearing and unreasonable than I imagined... Ah... have I been gone for too long?"
"Idiot, you know that!?"
Moran almost couldn't help but throw a punch.
He wanted to knock her hard on the head.
However, he stopped halfway and instead grabbed her and pulled her forcefully into his arms.
Although Artemis didn't resist at all.
It couldn't even be called forceful.
"...Artemis... you really ca back..."
"Yes, I'm back. I was surprised myself that I ca to find you right away."
The two embraced tightly in the moonlight.
Gazing into the blue eyes that were so similar to his own.
—He could never forget.
He didn't know what caused Artemis to be resurrected, and there were too many directions and clues to think about.
But, after saying so much, in the end.
Moran was still happy.
Nothing could be more precious than this mont, and nothing could be more dazzling.
Reunion, love, and fulfillnt are suitable as the end of a story.
Sincerely hoping that the story is beautiful.
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