Epilogue [after]: A Boy Named Ren Ashton (Part two)

“What’s with this?”

“A medicine woman from the village gave it to me as a gift of sympathy. The inside is blank, so my dad thought it would make a good autobiography.”

“I think an autobiography is good too.”

Licia turns to Ren and smiles daintily.

“Hey, what about the title?”

“Eh, do I need that?”

“Obviously, otherwise it’s just like a diary.”

“Do you have any good idea? I’m not a very good writer, so I’m very confused.”

“Kuh, You have to come up with these things on your own!”

She has a point.

But whether or not I can come up with an idea is another matter.

“Then I think I’ll make it a diary, not an autobiography.”

“Right. But there are people who give titles to their diaries, so why not give yours a title, too?”

I have certainly heard such talk.

By the way, this situation seems as if it has been confirmed that he will title his diary.

Seeing Licia enjoying herself next to him, Ren stopped being stubborn.

(Let’s call it half diary, half autobiography for now.)

That made me feel less embarrassed.

Then, the title of the book would be…….

“Title ……title …….”

“You should put your name in it often.”

“I’m too embarrassed to do that.”

“Then it must be something to do with the way you live your life. I once read a book called “My path to Become a Sword King”, Dedicated to the sacred sword technique.”

“A way of life?”

Aside from that, Ren’s goal was to live peacefully in this world.

However, life doesn’t work out that way, Ren has learned.

“—-That’s it.”

This was a spur of the moment thought.

Licia looked at him and he exchanged glances with her and laughed at how he had come up with such a strange title.

Licia noticed that Ren had decided on the title.

“Did you decide?”

“Yes, I did. It’s a strange title, even for me.”

……It has already been eight years since Ren was born into this world.

Nowadays, Ren can confidently say that he’s Ren Ashton, an individual who is different from the legend of the Seven Heroes.

Naturally, Licia, who is by his side, is equally a different individual.

(And…)

One more thing. With the determination that I have learned at this moment.

Should it be called the fate of this world ? I don’t like to call it a scenario, so let’s call it fate.

That has already changed.

By Ren Ashton, an irregular presence in this place.

(That’s why)

The encounter with Jerukku, a development not in the story, and the fact that the daughter Marquis Ignat survives are equally irregular.　

In other words, the last boss of Legend of the Seven Heroes I is as good as gone.

Even Jerukku, the boss who fights in the middle of I, is dead.

This means that things have already changed.

The word “mastermind” floated through Ren’s mind as he thought about all of this.

(I’ve changed so many fates, for better or worse, I may have to face something new again.)

I don’t know when that will be, but it felt like it.

That’s why the determination that Ren held is relevant here.

(Even if there’s the same mastermind, I can be the mastermind to protect myself and those around me. As a new individual, to counter the legitimate historical narrative.)

Of course, we must not forget that the legend of the Seven Heroes is a commandment.

Respect this world and commandeer it at the same time.

Furthermore, this was the only title I could think of that could encompass my idea of how I should be in the same sentence.

(—- “Reincarnated as the mastermind behind the story,” or something like that.)

But Ren didn’t want to utter the words.

It was enough if only he knew what the title meant.　

So he decided to misrepresent it to Licia and said.

“I’m sorry. I’ll think about it more after all.”

Ren said with a light smile.

Licia looked at him and was stunned.

“What’s that?”

Lit by the late afternoon sun, she smiled in her elegant profile.

And the warm breeze that came unexpectedly stroked Ren’s bangs.

The two of them, who had overcome one difficulty, looked somewhat more mature than before.

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—- One day, in the dean’s office of the prestigious Imperial Academy of Military Science.

By the window where the gentle spring breeze was attracted, a single woman stood.

The outstanding appearance, which even looks somewhat fantastic, is slightly more mature than the students walking around outside.

White porcelain skin. A doll-like face. Her body is covered by a white shirt, and her sex appeal is not obnoxious, but she has not forgotten her neatness.

Her golden hair is flowing in the spring breeze, and she hums a tune in a good mood.

And then

“Excuse me, Dean.”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a woman stepped in.

The woman at the window turned her purple crystal amethyst eyes on her and she gasped at her beauty.

“Yes? What’s wrong?”

“There’s one problem with the schedule.”

“Oh, what’s that? I think I’ve been doing a pretty good job lately.”

The blonde woman, the dean, as she was called, left the window.

She approached the woman who visited the room and accepted the papers she was holding in her hand.

“Wow, is this really true?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Hmm…  then I guess I’ll have to prepare an alternative location.”

“What should I do?”

The dean was lost.

Even the way she folds her arms and raises her pitiful voice is picturesque.

Then, after a few minutes, she spoke.

“I think I’ve come up with a great place.”

She then approaches a wall of bookshelves.

She quickly pulls out a book, and a nearby book crumbles to the ground.

“Pardon me! Please Help me!”

Her visitor lets out a light sigh, but still doesn’t refuse her request and puts the book back.

“So, what were you looking for?”

“A map! Look, don’t you think this might be just the place for an alternate location?”

“The Baldor Mountain? The strength of the monsters there is about E-rank, so it’s not a problem, but there’s a past history of monsters being activated there due to the flow of magical power that lies underground.”

“I’m going to explore the area too!”

The woman nodded at these words—- then.

Also, the book that fell to the floor was the last one.

When she finished putting it back on the bookshelf, the woman coughed and said. 

“I will consult with the board of directors and the nobles.”

“Thank you!”

The dean, who remained alone, went to her desk.

She would need a document with her signature on it anyway.

She had no choice but to grab a pen.

“Uh… is this okay?”

She glides the pen nimbly and signs the end of the line.

—- Chronois Highland.

Her race is a mixture of human and elf blood.

The world’s best magician, and the dean here at the Imperial Academy.

In the game “Legend of the Seven Heroes II,” she is one who, like Saint Licia, was killed by Ren Ashton.

Chronois looked up at the azure sky outside the window and muttered.

“……I wish there was someone somewhere in this world who could make my boredom go away.”

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