Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 452: Epilogue

The wind rolled gently across the hill, stirring the grass into soft ripples, the morning sun adding to the picturesque view.

Below, a patchwork of farmland stretched for miles, gold and green, dotted with lazy shapes of grazing cows.

A wooden fence marked the edges of the property, and at its heart stood a modest farmhouse.

The Forgotten stood on the crest of the hill, her veil fluttering against the wind.

She watched the scene for a long while, her eyes tracing the quiet beauty of it. The entire area was silent, but this was the quiet that came with peace.

She sighed. "So this is where he chose to rest."

Then, slowly, she began walking down the hill.

By the time she reached the path that led to the farmhouse, the cows were watching her with mild curiosity, chewing thoughtfully as if aware she did not belong to the same rhythm of the world they lived in.

She reached the porch and lifted a hand. She hesitated for an instant, knocked.

For a few seconds, there was only the silence of the countryside, and when she lifted her hands to knock a second time, she heard footsteps.

The door swung open.

Ren stood there.

He was different now. Much older, with his hair a little longer, the look completed by a neat beard.

But his eyes, the green that had once burned with war, now held a calmer fire. One of life.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other. Then his face broke into a smile.

"Pandora," he said, his voice warm and incredulous. "You actually came."

The Forgotten blinked. It still startled her, that name. Pandora. The one she had left behind lifetimes ago. The one that belonged to the woman she used to be before she'd become something abstract.

Ren turned slightly towards the interior of the house and called out, "Lilith! Kids! Aunt Pandora's here!"

She opened her mouth to correct him, as she always did, but the words refused to leave.

Small, rapid footsteps echoed from within the house. A moment later, a boy burst into view. Four years old, with messy brown hair that stuck up in every direction, and beautiful red eyes.

He skidded to a stop on the wooden floor, then launched himself at her with fearless energy.

"Aunt Pandora!"

The Forgotten laughed softly despite herself, catching him as he collided into her legs and wrapped his tiny arms around her. "You've grown, Orion."

He grinned up at her. "Papa says I'm strong now! I helped him move the water buckets yesterday!"

Ren chuckled from behind her. "He means he spilled one."

The boy puffed out his cheeks indignantly. "It was heavy!"

Pandora smiled faintly, the expression bittersweet. She looked past them, and saw Lilith.

Lilith stood in the doorway, her white hair catching the sunlight, a little girl perched easily on her hip.

The child had her mother's hair but Ren's eyes. Green, bright, and full of mischief.

"Pandora," Lilith greeted warmly, stepping forward. "It's been too long."

"Far too long," the Forgotten said, her voice softening. "And she must be—"

"Serena," Lilith finished, smiling. "Say hello."

The girl buried her face shyly in Lilith's shoulder, then peeked out and waved a tiny hand.

"Hello," Pandora said, her tone gentle.

Ren ushered her inside.

The room was cozy, with the faint scent of tea leaves in the air, sunlight pooling over the table where a pot already waited.

Standing against the walls were shelves filled with books, and small hand-carved toys. Anyone who saw it would agree with her. This was a home built by love.

Lilith poured the tea and handed a cup to her guest. "You look the same," she said lightly.

Pandora smiled faintly beneath her veil. "That's both a blessing and a curse."

They sat together, the children chasing each other in the yard outside.

Ren leaned back in his chair, watching them with quiet pride.

"It's been almost five years," he said, half to himself. "Five years since everything ended."

He turned to Pandora. "When's Thorn coming back?"

At the name, something flickered across Pandora's eyes. She set her cup down carefully before answering.

"Not yet," she said. "He's… fulfilling his purpose."

Ren frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Even though she'd already explained before, Pandora felt the need to explain again. Maybe it was the guilt.

"Everything that happened, you claiming the Primordial Flame to kill Yggdrasil, the Blurred Man helping, even me, it was all part of his plan."

"Thorn was the one who approached us in the past with a message for the Blurred Man before any of this began. He told him how to save the world. How to make sure you would survive to claim the Primordial Flame."

She paused, before sighing.

"This is something Thorn has to go through. The timeline has to be preserved."

"He fought for this timeline to exist. But now, he has to close the loop. To go back, and finish what he began. If he fails... this timeline would collapse."

"And we would lose."

Silence hung between them for a while. Outside, the sound of children's laughter drifted through the open window, soft and untroubled.

Lilith reached across the table and rested a hand over Ren's. "He'll make it," she said. "He always does."

Ren nodded slowly, his expression distant but hopeful. "Yeah. He always does."

Pandora studied them quietly. They were older and calmer now.

After all they had endured, the wars, they had found a kind of peace that even she, for all her long life, had never known.

She looked at Ren. "Do you miss it?"

He tilted his head. "Miss what?"

"Earth," she said. "The place you were born. The life before all of this."

Ren exhaled slowly. "Sometimes," he admitted. "I think about the technology, the city lights, the sporting events. The little things I took for granted."

Lilith smiled faintly, her eyes soft.

"But then I look at them," Ren continued, glancing towards the window where Orion was chasing butterflies and Seren was laughing at his clumsy leaps. "And I realize this is all I ever wanted. A life where I could breathe. Where I didn't have to fight. Where I could just…" He gestured vaguely. "Be."

He looked back at Pandora. "I don't miss Earth. Not really. Because this," he motioned to Lilith, to the house, to the horizon beyond the fields, "this is home."

Pandora smiled in response. "Then you've achieved something even the gods envy."

Lilith poured more tea, her tone lighter. "You're welcome to stay for dinner, you know. The children would love it."

Pandora hesitated, before sighing. "I can't stay long," she said softly. "But perhaps a while."

Ren grinned. "That's all we ask."

The wind outside picked up again, whispering through the open fields, rustling the tall grass and the wooden eaves.

The day stretched lazily ahead, sunlight spilling through the windows, laughter echoing from the yard, and the faint clink of teacups against porcelain.

For a moment, it was as if the world had never known gods or flames or battles. Only peace.

Pandora lifted her cup, watching Ren and Lilith with quiet awe. After everything, they had found the one thing worth saving.

"This," she murmured to herself, "has always been the point."

THE END

A/N: And there we have it. Nine beautiful months spent with Ren, Lilith, and Thorn. We all rooted for them, and now, we have reached the end of their stories. (Except maybe Thorn.)

Yes, I do have a sequel for Thorn planned, but only time will tell if I shall end up serializing it.

Thank you, dear reader, for your continued support. I appreciate it.

If you would like to read more of my work, then feel free to check my current work, "Dark Dragon: The Summoned Hero Is A Villain."

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Bye.