Cali, who had cut the roots with the Windsor knights, screamed in shock. Sensing that something had happened, Eorghan quickly grabbed his sword and rushed over. But there was…

“…nothing.”

There was nothing at all.

Even though Greta should have died here, nothing remained. The inside of the roots was empty.

‘Could it be?’

When the fearful thought that Greta might still be alive crossed his mind, something white caught Eorghan’s eye. It was a very small piece of bone.

“What is that…”

As Eorghan reached out to confirm what it was, a drop of clean water fell from the roots. As it touched the small bone fragment, it disappeared like granulated sugar in hot water. It was only then that Eorghan realized why the inside of the roots was empty.

“Purification… did it happen.”
“Greta is indeed dead. Definitely killed by the hands of God.

And it was the same for the Heaven’s Teachings followers who were confined within the barrier that Greta had set. Riding on the barrier set by Greta, the tree roots enveloped them, delivering the same death that Greta experienced.

“Perhaps Greta didn’t know that the Heaven’s Teachings followers inside the barrier were dying.”

Benjamin, who detected the traces of Greta’s barrier within the roots using his divine power, murmured. However, Yurisien had a slightly different thought.

“That could be true… but even if she knew that the followers were dying, Greta probably didn’t release the barrier.”

Following the last traces of Heaven’s Teachings to the forest, Yurisien found out everything through the well-preserved Diaries of Dolores. Once Yurisien and Benjamin learned the truth, Dolores’s diary was burned and vanished.

“All the ancestors of Heaven’s Teachings must have disappeared like this.”

In the end, they did not open their eyes in a purified world. The ambitions of Heaven’s Teachings were perfectly thwarted by the incarnation of Gwehsion.

Hyscliff’s funeral was simple. Seeing that his body was undamaged despite being soaked in this rain, Gwehsion knew that he hadn’t questioned him wrongly.

For Yurisien, Hyscliff was a villain she didn’t want to look at again, but on a global scale, it seemed not. Therefore, Yurisien sent him off as an ordinary person. No one attended his funeral.

The seasons passed, and spring returned. The winter, which would have been huddled by many under normal circumstances, was a turbulent time. It could be said without a doubt that it was the busiest winter since the founding of the Solserion Empire.

The great Windsor lived up to its name and devoted itself to reconstruction, and even Crown Prince Benjamin conducted a simple coronation ceremony. As soon as he became the emperor, he opened the national treasury to help the citizens, and the enormous amount accumulated in the history of the Solserion was poured out, returning many people to their daily lives.

But Yurisien’s daily life was still ongoing.

“How would you like the dress?”

“Shouldn’t we properly hold an engagement ceremony first?”

“It’s been a while since the marriage was announced. Now, why not just go ahead?”

“What about the ring? The craftsman says it will take some time to recover the workshop submerged in water!”

It was finally because preparations for the wedding with Benjamin were underway. In fact, Yurisien felt it was okay by now. There had been too much going on, and she was tired. But the wedding of the two had significant meaning.

After Gwehsion’s resurrection, the first wedding held in a world purified as if nothing existed. Above all, it was the union of the Openheid Royal Family and the Windsor Duchy. Such a wedding could not be opened casually.

‘I understand, I do, but…’
Many people enthusiastically prepared together, and Yurisien was very grateful, but even this became burdensome for her. On that day, she struggled all day and returned to her room only late at night. Yurisien collapsed onto the couch.

“Ah, I’m tired. I wish I could take a short break in a quiet place.”

“Hmm, I’m tired. I wish I could take a short break in a quiet place.”

Yurisien thought I had spoken my thoughts aloud. However, my voice is not this deep. Surprised, I turned around, and there was Benjamin. Sitting on the half-open terrace outside, leaning against the door frame, his appearance reminded me of something I had seen in Hwangseong.

“What, what is it?”

Confused, I asked, stumbling over my words, and Benjamin smiled slightly.

“I took a picture because you had that expression, and it turns out it’s true.”

It was too accurate to say he took a picture. Yurisien, pretending not to dislike him, even though she felt a little awkward, went out to the terrace. When Benjamin held out his hand, she took it, and he pulled her into his arms. Yurisien, pretending to be helpless, nestled into his arms. Every action was natural, and both Benjamin and Yurisien felt good.

“If you want to rest, just rest.”

“Are you asking me to do something that even Your Majesty can’t do?”