The World is Beautiful

Chapter 13.3

A gentle breeze brushes my cheeks.

Sunlight streams through gaps in the clouds scattered by the wind, illuminating the earth.

The fields, covered in wheat stretching toward the sky, resemble a green carpet.

In a few months, this beautiful green will transform into a radiant golden hue, bringing bountiful blessings to the land.

In the past, I might have seen this scene as beautiful but not precious.

Examining the soil, sowing seeds, watering, nurturing them with care, and finally harvesting.

Each ear of wheat obtained after such toil feels as precious as real gold.

Strolling on a hill overlooking the territory on a spring holiday, feeling the breath of life, has become our customary activity.

After the walk, we spread a mat under a suitably sized tree and enjoy a light meal.

He indulges in a nap afterward, resting his head unguardedly on my lap.

We don't do anything in particular; time just passes.

From a little distance, I can hear the voices of several children.

There are boys and girls.

All of them are our beloved children.

As we age, the laughter of one more child adds to our lives.

Children grow up much faster than parents can imagine.

Like ears of wheat, they grow from helpless seeds, now standing on their own feet and running vigorously.

Though it feels like just yesterday that they couldn't even hold their heads up, sleeping in our arms.

Feeling a tinge of sadness, I lower my gaze and see his defenseless face.

An unremarkable, trivial scene in a countryside that could be anywhere.

An outsider would think so.

But this scene is an irreplaceable treasure to me.

There was modest happiness.

The moment I heard my child's first cry, the sight of the land gradually being cultivated.

There were unavoidable natural disasters.

Crops were ruined by sudden storms, and newly cultivated lands were found unsuitable for farming.

There was a civil war that divided the country.

The rebellion of nobles who were exiled and stripped of their titles, the conflict between the royal family and the ducal family.

There were unexpected wars.

The sudden collapse of the republic, and the duchy invading again.

Comparing the happiness we gained with the hardships we endured, it might seem entirely disproportionate.

Yet, strangely, I never thought it was tough.

We had no time to regret as we racked our brains to survive.

Even if we were scorned as clumsy, there's only so much a mere human can do.

I can't say we always made the best and wisest choices.

Future historians might see our actions as foolish.

Even so, we did our utmost, desperately, with all our might.

Crawling on the ground, smeared in mud, and wounded all over, even if laughed at, that was our proof of living.

Some despise me as a ruined villainess.

Some pity me as a fallen noblewoman.

Indeed, it might be seen as disgraceful to go from being the daughter of the Grand-duke and the prince's fiancée to marrying a so-called ugly frontier lord.

But now, I have no dissatisfaction with this life.

There is no royal palace to welcome me.

And that's fine because his arms embrace me.

People live looking upward.

At the sun that lights the world, the moon that floats in the night sky, the morning star that guides travelers.

In yearning for the celestial beings, they fail to notice the beauty of the flowers blooming at their feet.

Every being cannot escape their destined demise.

The great king dies, buried, and his name becomes a string of letters in history books, with even his magnificent tombstone eventually crumbling.

The invincible armor that slays all enemies will one day lose its wearer, rusting away into a heap of decayed metal.

I don't mean to say that only love is eternal and unchanging.

The absolute, irreversible flow of time is impartial to wealth, age, or strength.

In a way, it is fair to all.

So, I will live like a flower blooming in the wild.

Blooming, bearing fruit, sowing seeds, and then scattering.

I will do what is natural.

Sometimes, this happiness scares me.

Because I'm so happy, I fear losing it.

Eventually, that day will inevitably come with the flow of time.

A day will come when we are torn apart by the absolute force of death, without any way to resist.

Or perhaps, the slumbering demon lord might suddenly awaken and scorch the world with infernal fire.

[T/N - Luxion Reference]

When the final moment comes and I look back on my life,

Even then, I will not regret this life.

When continually fulfilled, one eventually forgets to be grateful.

I was once fulfilled.

Even though I was fulfilled, I always felt a sense of lacking.

It is because I fell that I realized the value of happiness.

The preciousness of being given and the wonder of giving.

Some people believe that flawed gemstones are more valuable than perfect jewels.

Because the flaws are a testament to the history they've been through.

Being just a little unfulfilled is just right.

A life where everything goes smoothly is no different from having nothing happen at all.

I look at him, sleeping with his head on my lap.

If he were to leave before me, I hope I would be the one by his side at the final moment.

I would suppress my sadness and send him off with a smile so he could pass away in peace.

After the funeral, I would weep in front of his gravestone in remembrance.

If I were to leave before him, I would hold his hand and go with a smile at the final moment.

I would express my gratitude for the fortune of meeting him, the joy of being loved, and the meaning he gave to my life, passing away as if falling asleep.

I would leave an indelible mark on his heart so he wouldn't forget me.

I bring my face close to his sleeping one and kiss him.

With gratitude to him for giving me this happiness.

I have a strange dream.

A dream where he appears on the night my engagement was broken off and saves me.

An interesting dream.

A dream where I sit next to him as he governs the country from the throne.

[T/N- OG/Vanilla Route]

A peculiar dream.

A dream where, enraged after my engagement was broken, I rebel against the kingdom and scorch the world.

[T/N - Marie Route]

There is a theory that dreams are manifestations of the subconscious.

If that is true, it makes me chuckle to realize the unrecognized feelings in my heart.

After the engagement was broken, he alone stood by me, cursing the prince foully.

It seems that, like a maiden, I never doubted that he would save me.

When he becomes king, I manage the affairs of the state by his side, who is bewildered by his unfamiliar position.

It seems I still have lingering attachments to the position of queen.

After my engagement was broken, I invade the kingdom in anger, turning the enemy lands to scorched earth and smiling.

Though I thought I had let go of my resentment, perhaps I have been simmering with anger inside.

These strangely realistic dreams make me think, "Maybe such a world could have existed."

I believe that without him, I would fall endlessly, and he would always save me.

How important is he to my destiny?

Thinking such things, I can't help but smile.

If God existed and offered me a chance to go back in time and redo things, what would I choose?

I would ponder for a moment, but still, I would choose this life.

My partner is him alone.

Neither the knight who acts immorally nor the king who strives for the world.

A somewhat lazy, sarcastic, playful, slightly spoiled, and kind local lord.

It is important that he lives as himself.

Just as I cannot become the me in my dreams,

Neither as a queen ruling a country, a witch bringing calamity, nor a saint leading people.

And that's fine, that’s how it should be.

Possessing status or power doesn't necessarily equate to happiness.

I aim to be a good wife, a good mother, and a good person.

That is the guiding principle of my life now.

People say the world is harsh.

It is filled with those brazenly walking about in greed, the embers of conflict smoldering, with anger, hatred, and sadness scorching the heavens.

Certainly, that’s true.

I have seen more of that than most, being close to the center of the country.

Feeling a kind of disappointment, resignation, and anger toward humanity since childhood, I believed I could rightly guide the country.

How arrogant, I was no different from the ignorant fools I despised who believed they alone were right.

In this land, I learned about human kindness, compassion, and selfless love.

The world of people is filled with ugliness and abominable things.

But equally, it is filled with beauty and precious things.

If the world were truly cruel, humanity would have perished long ago.

And yet, people still survive today.

So, it will be okay.

Because the world continues today thanks to the good people who left without their names in history.

Deep despair that tears the soul and great hope that illuminates people are merely recurring events in the flow of time.

If my children can live a life they can be proud of without despairing in the world, that's enough.

Side by side, nothing more is needed.

Surely, the world is beautiful.

I hear the voices of our children calling me and him.

It's time to go home.

"Leon, wake up."

I gently shake his shoulder.

Lovingly, I caress his face as he rubs his sleepy eyes.

Eventually, his hand covers mine and slowly draws me in.

As he pulls me closer, our lips meet.

The softness and warmth are irresistibly precious.

"Shall we go home?"

"Yeah."

We call out to our children and head home.

Looking at the sun beginning to set in the west, I think tomorrow will surely be sunny.

Wishing for a happy future for me, him, our children, and everyone living in this land.

I, Angelica Fou Bartfort, will live a robust life in this harsh yet beautiful world with my beloved Leon Fou Bartfort.

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This is the final chapter. (It was a long journey to completion.

Originally, it was an alternative ending for the previous work, but it was shelved in favor of ending with a proposal.

Initially, I planned a short erotic scene when the second season of the anime aired, but the enthusiasm from fan art of the previous work led to this extensive writing. (The epilogue turned out to be more than 1.5 times the main story...

What I initially planned was Leon's perspective on their first experience (chapters 1-3), but it extended to Angie's perspective with an onsen erotic scene (chapters 4-Last), and a pregnancy erotic scene (After).

This is thanks to the requestor who was moved by my writing and wished for fan art, the many illustrators like Shiki, yuyu, Yuki Sakura, nanohana, URIN/Karasu, Amanda Kenny, Gyoza, Genmon, and many others who drew beautiful illustrations.

And most importantly, it is thanks to the many readers who read it.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all.

Thank you very much.

Postscript: The illustration for this chapter was drawn by Yakumo Sakugetsu. Thank you.

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Translator Note

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To people who are fearing that this the end don't worry it was just the first Arc! And finally decided the release fixtures for this ! I can't maintain Every-Day release ! Maybe it will go back to being one after original translator is back ! Till then no ! I will release it 3day/week , Tues-Thurs-Saturday.