Epilogue
One day, in the Yagumo region, in the Kingdom of Karasuki...
On top of a small hill outside of a certain village stood two small stone pillars.
A distinctive man knelt before the pillars. Behind him, a serene-looking woman did the same.
The man’s outfit was not flashy, but he was wearing clothes similar to a refined samurai’s outfit, with a rustic single-edged straight sword sheathed at his waist. The woman was wearing elegant and proper clothes with a fine pattern. Both were aged between their prime years and middle-aged, but they still appeared youthful.
“Sure brings back memories. Makes me think of the days when you said you wanted to see Zen’s hometown, so we escorted you out and snuck you over to this village...” The man mumbled toward the pillars with a sorrowful smile carved into his mouth. He seemed to be talking to himself, as the woman behind him showed no reaction; she only stayed kneeling with her eyes closed.
“...Lady Ayame, the view from this hill hasn’t changed much since those days.” The man’s muttered, lamenting words were almost drowned out by the gentle wind stirring the grass on the ground.
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