At the End of the Journey
Phew! Victory is mine.
Mayhaps I've grown a bit rusty. This took longer than I expected.
And yet... look. Nary a single scratch.
With this, my Journey as a Savior comes to its end.
Now 'tis time for me to return to being Lacy the writer once more.
That said... there's something I wish to propose.
How wouldst thou like to give up being Captain and become mine editor instead?
Your editor?
Yes. I believe thee and I share a certain wavelength.
Besides, thou art... an inspiration upon me.
With thee by my side, I feel certain I could overcome any slump that may come again.
So what say thee? Become mine editor, and I'll ensure thou art well-compensated for thy services.
With that, she turned her face aside, cheeks faintly flushed.
I watched her brightened face for a moment.
The one who stands at the end of the [Journey], having endured countless moments of pain and suffering.
There will be more hardships ahead.
But I believe in her.
She'll surpass me one day...
And become the greatest [Savior] of them all.
Her light was so bright... I closed my eyes.
...Congratulations, Savior.
With this, you have passed the final trial of the [Journey].
Shall we head back now?
They are throwing a huge celebration in your honor for [completing the Journey].
...
Savior...?
...Ah, I see it now.
What do you mean?
I think I finally understand... the nature of thy power...
Thou didst once mention it, didst though not?
A power that perceives what is to come, yet is not foresight...
Ha... hahaha... 'Tis clear to me now.
...Tell me, isn't that such a fascinating kind of power?
Savior...? I'm not sure I follow.
'Tis for the best. Some things are better left unknown. If thou wert to find out...
Divine retribution might fall upon thee!
D-divine retribution?!
Indeed... 'Tis a power that shouldn't exist—a force that defies the laws of the cosmos itself.
What wert thou trying to accomplish with such a power...?
Th-the cosmos...?
Oh, I get it!
This is all material for your next novel, isn't it?
...My novel...
I see.
Thou hast always had the makings of a perfect protagonist of my story, child.
Nay, mayhaps not only of my story, but of this very world itself.
Fufu... Though I must say, disappearing without a word is rather naughty of thee.
An editor abandoning his author? I'll have to track thee down and teach thee a proper lesson.
Savior, where are you going?!
To find him, of course.
This time, I won't waste away and lose what matters again.
And so, another new starlight ignited.
Its radiant flame was etched into the Archive—a beacon to pierce the endless dark of the cosmos.
Observation complete.