Location: Church Orphanage, Wano City — Near the Outcast Slum
(Sister Mary's POV)
The golden hues of evening filtered through the stained glass, casting shimmering patterns across the chapel floor. Each ray of sunlight seemed to linger a little longer, reluctant to let go of the world before dusk settled in.
Dust floated in the still air like tiny fireflies — caught in the moment, unmoving, unchanging. Much like me.
Yuuta had grown. He wasn't the small, trembling boy the Queen once entrusted to me. He was a man now — gentle, resilient, and stronger than he realized.
My duty was fulfilled. And while I should've felt relief… all I felt was the quiet weight of farewell.
I sat alone in the dim prayer hall, a softly glowing orb nestled in my palms. It pulsed faintly, drinking in the mana I offered — a delicate tether connecting worlds. It was nearly impossible to keep open for long… but I only needed two minutes.
Just enough for one last conversation.
The orb flickered. Then, a voice emerged — familiar, teasing, warm.
"Kumi...? Is that really you?"
A smile tugged at my lips. "It's been a while, my Queen."
A short pause followed… then laughter.
"What is that outfit? You look like a saint!
"Well it's nothing too special." I replied
"Weren't you the one who tried to conquer my kingdom with dark magic once? And now look at you—glowing like some holy saint!."
I chuckled softly. "People change. The robes help me blend in. And… it's peaceful here. I think I needed that."
"You? At peace?" she teased. "Maybe you really did find God."
"Not quite," I said with a smirk she couldn't see. "But I found something close enough."
The light in the orb shimmered faintly, as if it, too, was smiling.
Then, her voice softened.
"And Yuuta? How is he? Is he… alright?"
My fingers tightened around the orb. That question had waited years to be spoken aloud.
"He's doing well," I said gently. "Better than I ever hoped for. He's… settled. Happy."
A quiet gasp.
"He's happy? Really? And—wait… is he still alone?"
I hesitated, then gave a slow, almost playful nod. "No. He's married."
The Queen let out a dramatic gasp.
"Married?! To who? When? What's she like?! Tell me everything!"
"I can't," I said softly. "It's better if I don't share those details. But I promise you — she's strong, and he loves her deeply."
Her voice cracked just a little.
"He… he deserves that. After everything."
We sat in silence for a moment, the orb humming between us like a heartbeat.
"Kumi," she asked, her voice quieter now, "is there any Zani left in him?"
I closed my eyes.
"No. The boy who once carried that burden… he let it go. He's just Yuuta now. Honest. Awkward. Kind to his core."
A long breath escaped her lips.
"Thank the stars…"
A pause. Then another question — one we both feared.
I asked
"And the Princess Sophia… How is she doing.?"
"Well you know she is..hmmh.!"
My breath caught. "…Did she ever wake up?"
The silence was heavy.
"No," she said at last. "Still asleep. It's been sixteen years. No magic has reached her. No voice, no light."
I bowed my head. The ache in her voice was like a wound kept bandaged but never healed.
"…I see."
Another beat of silence.
Then, I spoke.
"It's time, isn't it? I kept my promise. I watched over him. Raised him. He has his own life now."
"Yes," she said. Her voice returned to its old commanding rhythm. "You've done more than I ever asked. The scroll will arrive soon. You'll return to Nova World… as a free citizen and I make sure you will be free from every charges in my kingdom."
I nodded slowly, feeling the gravity of those words.
"Thank you… my Queen."
"Goodbye, Kumi. And… thank you, for keeping him safe all these years."
"Goodbye."
The orb dimmed, fading into the quiet hush of twilight.
I sat still, the last embers of the connection gone. Only the faint echo of a distant world remained.
Yuuta had grown.
The Queen had endured.
And I…
I was finally free.
Still, if I could ask the stars for one selfish thing —
Just one more moment —
It would be to see him smile again.
One last time.
One week.
That's all the time I have left in this world.
It's strange how fast time slips away when you're not paying attention — when you're too busy living, healing, pretending not to care when you actually do.
I've come to love this world.
No kings or empires. No wars or chains. Just… people. Streets buzzing with noise and laughter. Rules that protect instead of punish. Strangers who smile even when they don't know your name.
It's peaceful here. Messy, loud, confusing — but peaceful. And maybe that's why saying goodbye feels heavier than I imagined.
I remember the first time we arrived in this Wano city — Libeus.
The portal had closed behind us, sealing our fate. It was cold. Winter had wrapped the streets in ice and silence. I didn't know anything about this world: the flashing lights, the strange machines with wheels, the glowing rectangles people stared at all day.
And I certainly didn't trust it.
Yuuta was just a child then. Tiny. Fragile. Holding my hand like it was the last lifeline he had. We spent the first few nights in the slums — behind trash bins, wrapped in torn blankets. No food. No warmth. I thought we'd die there, quietly, as strangers in a foreign world.
But then…
Father Elijah found us.
He didn't ask who we were. He didn't care that we had no documents, no money, no home. He looked at Yuuta shivering in my arms, then at me — exhausted, ready to collapse — and simply said:
"Come inside. You're safe here."
I used to hate goddess churches. In my homeland, they were fortresses — cold places where priests wore gold and the poor begged at marble gates. I never understood how people could talk about divine love while condemning the broken in the same breath.
But this church… it was different.
Here, they spoke of a God who gave everything for others. Not out of power, but love. A sacrifice, not a command.
It sounded ridiculous to me at first. Why would anyone give up their life for someone like me?
But the more I stayed, the more I listened… the more I began to wonder.
Maybe this God wasn't like the rulers I'd known. Maybe… just maybe, kindness didn't always come with a price.
So I stayed.
I helped sweep the halls. I sang during services. I learned their ways, wore their robes — not to hide, but because, for the first time in my life… I didn't feel like a prisoner.
I felt Alive.
And Yuuta — he grew up right in front of me. From that scared little boy to the kind, awkward, fiercely loyal man he is today. He found a home here too. Friends. Family. A life I never thought possible for someone like him.
And now…
He doesn't need me anymore.
The Queen kept her promise. The spell is ready. One more week, and I'll be pulled back to Nova World — free of duty, free of secrets. Free.
But there's a quiet ache in my chest.
Because I don't want to go.
I love this place. The sound of the children laughing in the garden. The warm bread Father Elijah bakes on weekends. The old wooden pews that creak when you sit too fast. The sun through stained glass.
I never thought I'd say it, but… I found a kind of home here.
A second chance.
And now, it's time to leave it behind.
Still, I'll hold my head high. I fulfilled my mission. I kept him safe. I gave him the future the Queen asked for — no, the future he deserved.
I looked up at the sky, my voice barely a whisper.
"Once I return… I swear, I'll find a cure for Princess Sophia."
Then I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"I believe in you, Erza. Protect Yuuta—no matter what evil comes his way."
(Allen's POV – Dawn Over Luna City near Yuuta Apartment)
The sky over Luna City was just beginning to lighten, a pale gray bleeding into soft gold at the edges. Morning crept over the horizon, slow and quiet, brushing the rooftops in a cold, colorless glow.
I stood alone on a rusted fire escape, several blocks away from Yuuta's apartment. From here, I could see his building — a crumbling old structure tucked near the edge of the slums. A single light flickered on in the third-floor window. His window.
He was awake.
Of course he was.
Yuuta always started his days early. Responsible. Predictable. Perfect little father figure in his peaceful human life.
I leaned against the railing, arms crossed as I watched the scene unfold like a play I'd seen one too many times. His daughter's laughter echoed faintly through the still morning. The kitchen light turned on. Someone — probably him — moved past the window carrying a plate.
He didn't know I was here. He never did.
But I knew everything about him.
And still… just seeing him made my blood boil.
That aura. That suffocating, blinding energy that clung to him — the same energy that haunted me every night.
I've lived for over 4,500 years. I've watched empires rise and crumble to dust. I've served kings and knelt to beggars. Not out of loyalty. Not by choice. But because I had no freedom left to choose.
And it all started with her.
The Disaster Being.
The day she open Demon gate and destroyed our kingdom… she didn't just kill the Demon Lord. She shattered everything. Our sovereignty. Our pride. Our right to live as we wished.
She left us alive — not out of mercy, but punishment.
She cursed us to servitude. Forced every demon survivor into contracts that chained us to mortals. An eternal life of bending the knee, obeying orders, hiding who we were.
Even now, centuries later, the rules still bind me like steel shackles under my skin.
And now he walks the Earth… carrying her same light. Her same divine presence.
I tried to kill him. So many times.
I remember the first — at the zoo. When I first sensed his aura, it was like I'd been stabbed with the memory of my own destruction. I panicked. I acted.
I lured his child near the lion's enclosure. I knew Yuuta would react — and I hoped he'd die doing it. But then she appeared.
Erza.
The woman who stands between him and everything I've thrown at him. His wife. His shield.
She saw through my plans every time. She blocked my curses, deflected my attacks, even dismantled the corruption I spread through the city's port network. Always just in time. Always in my way.
But not this time.
Today, everything is aligned.
The school's Opening Ceremony. A public venue, exposed. False security. High foot traffic. Perfect chaos.
I've set the pieces. Erza will be delayed — not harmed, just… redirected. A little misdirection spell here, a surge of fake mana there.
Today, Yuuta will walk into the ceremony — smiling, relaxed, completely unaware.
And that's exactly when I'll strike.
Let him feel the terror I felt. Let him know what it means to lose control. To watch his family in danger. To scream — and realize no one is coming.
Let that divine aura of his do nothing to save him.
And when it's over, when he finally sees the truth in my eyes…
I'll destroy him.
Because so long as that Darkness walks this world…
I'll never be free.
To be continued...
(🎬 Post-Chapter Shenanigans)
Totally unnecessary, absolutely worth it.
Yuuta (slides into frame dramatically):
"Hola, dear readers! It's me—your one and only Yuuta. Just dropping by to bless this chapter with my handsome face. I know, today was all about Mary and Allen, but I didn't want you to miss me too much."
Erza (appears behind him, arms crossed):
"Miss you? Please. The readers were celebrating your absence. Peaceful chapter, no whining, no clumsy disasters. Bliss."
Yuuta (smirks, flipping imaginary hair):
"Someone's jealous~. You clearly didn't check the fandom rankings. Guess who's still at the top?"
Erza (mock shock):
"That broken poll? I don't trust it. I've seen potatoes with higher charisma."
Yuuta:
"Yet here you are, in love with this 'potato'."
Erza (scoffs):
"I've never loved you. Especially not with that tragically average face."
Yuuta (pulls out a glittery pink diary):
"Interesting. Then what's this little diary I found labeled 'Totally Not Love Poems About Yuuta'?"
Erza (eyes widen):
"YOU OPENED THAT?! GIVE IT BACK!"
She lunges at him like a wild dragon. Yuuta runs in circles, screaming.
Grandpa (peeks in with tea):
"Ahem… when do I get my face reveal? I've been here since Chapter 12. Some respect, please."
Elena (sitting on a pillow, hugging her plushie, waving):
"H-Hola everyone! I hope you are happy today! Drink water plenty of it, and eat food, and give us Power Stones, okay?"
She leans closer and whispers:
"Also… pwease save Daddy… Mommy is mad again… she chase him with her shoe…"
She giggles, then waves again.
Yuuta (running off-screen):
"TOO LATE, SHE BIT ME!"
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