I am a Duchess who has Rewound Nine Times, but my Tenth Life Seems to be a Reward Mode Translation

81. Last Go! (Epilogue)

An Angel of Light was blowing a trumpet overhead. Ally furrowed her eyebrows before letting out a deep, long, sigh.

ā€œMadiroll, youā€™re being noisy. The God has been switched, and Heaven is busy with reorganizing, right? Orlandia is also busy with concessions, therefore thereā€™s no need for you to visit every day.ā€

ā€œEeh? You get to live close to the Crown Prince, so why the long face? Hurry up and get married, already. Who knows, soon, I might be transferred from this world, too?ā€

ā€œEven if we lived in the mountains, itā€™s not that simple. For a mere baroness to become the princess, the hurdle is too high…ā€

Ally shrugged, to which Madiroll blew his trumpet in a flat way. Abel smiled as he raised an eyebrow.

ā€œWell, Baroness Crunea doesnā€™t have the necessary wealth, or the beauty she used to possess back when she was the Duchess Alicia. At the same time, Ally was the one who decided to quit being the saint of darkness and also refused Duke Radphenā€™s offer of adoptionā€”is there a need for such hardship?ā€

ā€œAbel, stop, youā€™re confusing Master with your endless lines of words.ā€

ā€œItā€™s alright, either way. I knew Iā€™d end up with a tremendous amount of trouble, hence why, I decided so.ā€

Ally laughed drily. To be honest, it wasnā€™t excruciating because she was used to hardship.

ā€œItā€™s alright, after all, Iā€™ve discussed this with Maximillian. As for the saint of darkness, from the very beginning, I only intended for it to merely be a breakthrough. I do think itā€™s necessary to further my training in dark healing magic, but for the long run, Iā€™ll have to create a kingdom that doesnā€™t depend on special talents.ā€

ā€œWell, as the Apostle of Darkness, Iā€™d also troubled. If Ally were to tell me she wanted to be the saint of darkness forever, Iā€™m not sure Iā€™d be open armed about that.ā€

ā€œYou, even though you babbled incessantly about the usefulness of dark healing magic in Heaven…ā€

Madiroll stared at Abel with a fed-up look.

Abel smiled. ā€œThatā€™s irrelevant.ā€

In Heaven, it seemed that a coup dā€™etatā€”or, a riotā€”basically, something revolutionary like that happened. It seemed that there were a certain number of angels who were rebelling against Godā€™s way, and were steadily preparing all along.

It was said that the god who sent Saint Mia to that world lost his position because an inferior one like Ally (as according to the orders of the Heaven) managed to awaken the healing magic of darkness…

By the way, Saint Mia had her entire body wrapped up like a caterpillar before being sent back to her former world. It seemed that sheā€™d reincarnate into a small life formā€”namely, an insect.

Even though Mia lacked something precious as a person, why did she decide to be a saint?

Many people were looking for salvation. The role of a saint was a very difficult jobā€”if it were done seriously. Ally stared into the distance, wondering if Mia was merely having a childish dreamā€”which was to be celebrated as a savior by everyone.

ā€œOh, the crown prince is back. Is a date going to happen?ā€

Madiroll raised his voice in excitement while looking out the window.

Maximilian had just returned from the central palace.

ā€œYes, weā€™re going to the mountains. The grandmas will be coming, too.ā€

Abel, Madiroll, and even Takkun, who was in brooch form, repeated.

ā€œā€œā€œMountains, huh…ā€ā€ā€

The same day she jumped into Maximilianā€™s embrace with dark healing magic all over her body, Ally and the others decided to go to the mountain.

She decided to uncover the lid suppressing the memories of her past livesā€”even though it mightā€™ve been wise to just leave it untouched, covered with a stack of ten dumbbells.

To tell the truth, she had to choose her words carefully.

It seemed that going to the mountains was the best for thatā€”

ā€”to even reach that kind of conclusion, her brain must had been infected through and through.

ā€œAlright, shall we tiptoe to the scene quietly?ā€

ā€œNeither the Angel of Light nor the Apostle of Darkness are free right now, but thereā€™s no harm in taking a break once in a while.ā€

Abel transformed into a black dot, while Madiroll transformed into a white dot. To not follow her to the mountain was out of the question.

ā€œAlly, Iā€™m home. Itā€™s been officially decided that Stila will be adopted by uncle.ā€

ā€œReally!? Thatā€™s great news! We must do our best to celebrate Stilaā€™s new beginning!ā€

Ally felt her cheeks flushing. While the Heavens were experiencing an uproar, there was also a tremor in the Kingdom of Orlandia.

The king and his wife, who showed a shameless and odd appearance before the dark saint, Ally, were splurging to an impossible level just to entertain Saint Mia, as evidenced by the significant decline of the kingdom during that period of time. At the end of the day, it was decided they would be deposed.

They were sent to the palace where Stila once lived. On the surface, they were supposed to be restingā€”but in reality, it was close to imprisonment.

ā€œYour Highness will be adopted by Duke Radphen as well?ā€

ā€œIndeed, that way is better for the kingdom.ā€

Ally quickly went to the mountain with Maximilian whom was accustomed to teleportation. After the turmoil, she tried to return the magic stone of darkness to Abel, despite so, he gifted it to her as a wedding gift.

She refused to be considered Maximilianā€™s stepsister, and she also didnā€™t want to deny her birthright as a baron. For them, getting married was quite a delicate situation.

Still, Ally wanted to be happy with Maximilian. A lady who could endure his supremacy was quite rareā€”no love rival had appeared so far.

In the noble society, the surface might appear extremely gorgeous. However, underneath was extremely insidious and murky.

Maximilian would love and protect Ally with all his might, but without a considerable amount of effort, she still wouldnā€™t be able to become a princess.

ā€œIā€™m truly happy that Ally is by my side.ā€

Maximilian sat on the ground and gently pulled Allyā€™s hand. Ally obediently let herself be drawn by himā€”she fit snugly in his tight embrace.

ā€œIā€™m very happy to have you think so.ā€

Those strong muscles were where Ally belonged. That irreplaceable and comfortable place was also too masculine. The grandma spirits flying around gave lukewarm smiles.

After Ally made a big decision, which was to confide the memories of her past live to him, Maximilian listened attentively to her. He didnā€™t doubt or laugh at her. He cried while apologizing.

ā€œIn my dreams, I couldnā€™t save the heart and life of my loved one. If only I was smarter, stronger, if I did my damnedest, would Iā€™ve been able to save that woman of my dreams…?ā€ā€™

With that said, Ally held Maximilian in her arm as he cried like a child. Her arms were about to break due to his swelling muscles. At the same time, the resentment accumulated from her past lives, which filled her chest like pus, had completely disappeared.

Ally felt that her heart became rosy the moment he swore to protect her for the rest of her life while wailing.

ā€œLetā€™s do our best in all kind of things. No matter what kind of natural disaster strikes, Iā€™ll protect you without a fail.ā€

ā€œWell, Iā€™m sure Your Highness is undefeatable, but I donā€™t want any sort of catastrophe to happen anymore…ā€

Nowadays, she was no longer that powerless noble lady whose only quality was her beauty, which made her akin to a doll. Therefore, she might be able to deal with it.

As long as one was alive, unpleasant things would more or less happen. There was no choice but to overcome each of them, and then turn them into stepping stones so they could walk together for the rest of their lives.

ā€œIf something is to happen, weā€™ll just have to continue training in order to overcome it and move towards a better future. When Jean gets well, letā€™s train him, too.ā€

ā€œYes, but do exercise caution. Well, I love that part of you, too. Your Highness must also prepare to lead the kingdom, therefore, we canā€™t just stay in the mountains forever.ā€

Mu, the Overlord Muscle groaned. Then, with a bright red face, he whisperedā€”

ā€œā€”…I love you too.ā€

Ally burst into laughter.

Be it during hardship, sorrow, or trouble, muscle training was loved by the crown prince and his aides. Jean was also showing motivation, so heā€™d probably be fine.

Ally herself would continue to train in order to face hardships.

Muscles had proved to that world that humans were delicate, fragile, but also stubborn beings.

In front of them, there were still stairs to be climbed.

While holding Maximilianā€™s hand, Ally whispered in his ear, ā€œLetā€™s train.ā€

The demon king, the angel, and even Takkun, the gentleman hawk, sighed loudly. The grandma spirits only shrugged. Seeing that, Ally and Maximilian burst in laughter.


***T/N: This author does love mountain…

…it, it ended. But muscle cult wouldn’t!!!! It shall prevail and spread to the vast world!!!!!!

Honestly, guys, thank you for all of your support until today. Without all of you, this story and I wouldn’t have gotten this far, so thank you again–!!! Do check out all my other projects, and see you in my future ones!!!

ALSO, SOME BAD NEWS YOU GUYS–

–American Faux has suffered yet another Ads Limit ;-; As such, the number of posts for this month will be significantly reduced and gurl won’t be earning money. Why did this happen why.

The only good news is… Lord Abel! Zhongli came home to me :v

…I’ll take this opportunity to train his muscle, I guess.

<Previous chapter