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Epilogue: Yearning to be Special 

There was no use crying over spilt milk. 

In the near future, every force in the lands would become frantic to win over Haruto Amakawa. 

This wasn’t a hunch. 

It wasn’t a belief, either— 

It was a prophecy. 

He was special. 

He was one like no other. 

Special, and worthy of standing above all others. 

In reality, an army of five thousand had fallen helplessly before him. 

And yet... 

How foolish. 

He had once stood below everyone else. 

They were the ones who had once placed him there. 

Fierce regret surged forth. 

Intense guilt welled up. 

Violent rage formed from regret. 

And above all the regret, guilt, and rage... 

Was a strong sense of admiration and curiosity. 

It piqued countless times across this journey and subsided every time... 

It was a burning sense of yearning. 


What if... 

What if he had been born of Beltrum royalty instead? The Beltrum Kingdom would have surely ended up different from the way it was now. 

What if... What if he lent his power to them...? 

She started hallucinating such possibilities. 

Because she only possessed a fake kind of “special.” 

She clung to it... 

All the while yearning for something genuine. 

What if, what if...? she wondered. 

The genuine kind of “special” was dazzling. 

She was powerless—it was pathetic. 

And yet, that genuine power shone so brightly... 

But such “what-if”s did not exist. 

Because she was calm... 

Because she berated herself in an effort to be calmer than anyone else... 

She was quick to return to her senses. 

It was why the intense guilt and regret returned quickly, too. 

It told her that she was too late to change anything now. 

Strangely enough, there was no rage. 

Even if there was to be conflict over Haruto Amakawa, they would never be allowed to join in. 

That was the penalty their kingdom had to pay for the crimes they committed. 

That’s why this yearning... 

It had to be sealed away after all. 

As she watched Rio walk towards her, dragging Charles by the scruff of his neck... 

Christina Beltrum berated herself in a calmer manner than anyone else. 



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