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In summary...
Looking back on that life, it was already a legend.
Blessed by the goddess, you remained true to your heart from beginning to end.
Your grand wish to save the world never changed throughout your life.
Though you have already passed away, your story is far from over.
...
[Ding——!]
[You have obtained a talent reward: Archmage!]
[You have obtained a talent reward: Hero!]
[You have obtained a talent reward: Goddess's Blessing!]
...
As the System notification sounded once more,
the seventy-six-year-long dream finally drew its curtain.
Anzai Kane opened his eyes in a daze, feeling a hollow sense of loss as he stared blankly around him.
In reality, time had almost stopped; only a few seconds had gone by.
But everything that had happened in the dream, Kane had experienced as if it were real.
Right then...
A golden pop-up window unfolded in front of Kane...
...
Goddess Chat Group...
[Cute Old Geezer: Is this a magic spell to contact the dead?]
[Cute Old Geezer: Hey, hey, Kane, are you asleep?]
[Cute Old Geezer: I'm Frieren, answer if you can hear me.]
[Cute Old Geezer: Oi——!]
[Faerie Queen: Which one is Kane?]
[Cute Old Geezer: You don't know that guy's real name?]
[Faerie Queen: I do now.]
[Cute Old Geezer: ...]
[Faerie Queen: What exactly is your relationship with the Group Owner?]
[Cute Old Geezer: He's someone I will never forget.]
[Cute Old Geezer: I'm the elf who accompanied him for his entire life.]
[Faerie Queen: Can you be a bit more specific?]
[Cute Old Geezer: You seem awfully curious about him, huh? (wry grin)]
[Faerie Queen: I am! I want him to be my husband!]
[Cute Old Geezer: Heh... (evil grin)]
[Ding——!]
[Notification: Cute Old Geezer has sent a Group Red Packet!]
...
Inside the hotel...
By the time Kane's thoughts fully returned, the group members were already chatting away.
This Frieren fellow had very quickly gotten used to all the various functions of the group chat.
Perhaps as a test, she had even sent a red packet to Morgan.
Kane tapped it open curiously—and his vision almost went black on the spot...
Because...
Frieren's red packet was a set of magic photographs...
And the one featured in those photos was him from the dream...
The photos spanned enormous stretches of time, each in a different scene...
Several of them were very clearly shots of him sleeping, taken by someone else!
A chill ran down Kane's spine. Where in the world had Frieren gotten these?
...
Goddess Chat Group...
[Group Owner: Frieren, where did you get these photos? (angry)]
[Cute Old Geezer: From Serie, of course. She's got a lot more.]
[Cute Old Geezer: After you died, she would take them out and look at them all the time.]
[Cute Old Geezer: Over the years, some of the photos even ended up with faint scratches.]
[Cute Old Geezer: From her fingernails, you know. She really cares about you.]
[Faerie Queen: They look great. I love them. Send more!]
[Faerie Queen: My husband is way too cute!]
[Group Owner: ...]
[Notification: Faerie Queen has been muted for ten hours.]
[Notification: Cute Old Geezer has been muted for ten hours.]
...
At this moment...
In the Faerie Kingdom of the Lostbelt...
Within the inner hall of the lavish royal palace...
Morgan, who had been lounging against the throne, suddenly sat bolt upright.
She covered her mouth, eyes shining as she stared fixedly at the screen.
On the blue virtual screen before her, the images were scrolling one after another.
From how he looked as a small child, all the way to how he appeared as an adult—
the Kane in the photos looked exactly the same as the Kane in reality.
In other words...
This face of his was, in fact, extremely similar to King Arthur's—and to Morgan's own as well.
This was classic Narcissus complex at work, which was why Morgan was so excited.
The Kane in those photos was precisely her type.
Or rather, he was the perfect self-image Morgan fantasized about.
From that moment on...
Morgan made up her mind that she was absolutely going to make him her husband!
...
On the other side...
In the world of magic...
A petite, adorable white-haired elf was poking at the virtual screen in front of her with her tiny hands, her face blank and cute.
For some reason...
Just as she was happily chatting away, she suddenly found that she couldn't send any messages; she couldn't use any of the functions at all.
"Eh...?"
"Did I break it...?"
Frieren scratched her smooth, shoulder-length hair, murmuring nervously under her breath.
Perhaps she was making too much noise, because she ended up waking the little girl sleeping in the room next door.
"Lady Frieren..."
"You're so loud..."
The little girl with short purple hair yawned sleepily, grumbling her complaint.
"Fern..."
"Your aura's a bit unstable. Did you have a nightmare?"
Frieren looked over at the girl gently and waved a hand, dismissing the virtual screen before her.
It was worth mentioning...
Her virtual screen was the same blue as Morgan's.
Only the Group Owner, Anzai Kane, had a golden screen.
"Mm..."
"I dreamed of Lord Kane again..."
"He said I'd gotten fatter, and wanted to rename me 'Fat-ern'..."
The adorable purple-haired loli rubbed her soft little belly, her expression complicated as she spoke.
Even though it was only a dream, she still felt moved upon waking, her heart aching faintly.
"That sounds just like him..."
Frieren smiled, letting it go.
Her thoughts drifted to the journey decades ago, when everyone went together to defeat the Demon King.
She was clearly the older one, and the one who led that boy down the path of magic.
But that guy always treated her like a child to be looked after, constantly ruffling her hair.
And as he grew older, he only got more and more naggy...
Thinking of this...
A sly, black-bellied smile crept over Frieren's face...
She was going to tell Serie about this...
No doubt...
When that arrogant old fossil learned that her beloved disciple had died and come back to life, the look on her face would be absolutely priceless...
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(End of Chapter)
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