There were many things left to discover—not just in New Gehran, but across the entirety of Ravah. However, those were matters that couldn’t be resolved all at once. They were things to be gathered slowly, one by one, tucked away like keepsakes in their pockets.
And right now, it was not the time to take those out of their pockets.
"Atlas!"
The moment Atlas stepped out of the SUV upon arriving in Five District, Lola’s voice reached his ears. When he turned, all he saw was Lola leaping toward him.
In the blink of an eye, she landed in his arms.
A subtle smile curved his lips as he wrapped his arms around her, resting the side of his head against hers.
"Had fun?" he murmured near her ear, prompting her to pull her head back.
Slowly, Lola’s mouth stretched into a wider grin as she shrugged. "You told me to go crazy, but I didn’t even go all out."
"Huh." He tilted his head slightly, studying her with quiet satisfaction.
Lola didn’t look injured, and that was all that mattered.
As she stepped back to stand beside him, both of them took in the sight of the people now occupying the district.
Like them, some rushed into the arms of their loved ones, tears streaming down their faces, hearts overflowing with gratitude. Others reunited with cheers—joyful, emotional, and raw.
The once-abandoned district was now filled with people from all walks of life.
Watching the scene unfold beside Atlas, Lola’s eyes softened. He glanced at her profile and allowed himself a faint smile.
"Atlas," she murmured, lips pressing together before she turned to face him fully. "I didn’t want to get involved in their affairs."
And that was the truth.
If Lola could go back, she would have made a completely different choice. She was never the type to save an entire nation. She wasn’t a hero, and she preferred it that way.
"But..." she trailed off, shoulders loosening as she tilted her head. "...I’m glad everything turned out the way it did."
Because if she had focused solely on their mission—if everything had gone smoothly—she wouldn’t be witnessing this.
Sure, Five District now resembled a refugee camp under strict military supervision.
But at the same time, the people looked exactly like what hope was supposed to look like. Despite the uncertainty of tomorrow, no one appeared helpless anymore. They were dirty, exhausted, haggard—but their eyes, every single pair of them, were no longer empty.
Because now, they could hope for a better tomorrow.
And of all people, Lola understood what it felt like to hit rock bottom—and then suddenly find a reason to look forward to the next waking moment.
A better tomorrow.
Her brows twitched when she felt his hand close around hers. Lola turned to see Atlas watching her, admiring her even like this, with stray hairs escaping her ponytail, dirt smudged across her face, and dried sweat clinging to her skin.
Atlas said nothing. He simply held her hand and looked at her.
He didn’t need to speak.
"We are..." one man murmured, biting down on his lip as he fought back tears until his face twisted and a sob escaped. "...we are free!"
That cry rippled everywhere. People turned toward him, crying openly now. Even the non-residents watched with gentle smiles as the words echoed again and again.
Up on the counter of the Long Bar, Haji—still recuperating—smiled faintly as he listened to the chorus of sobs and whispers. He glanced to his side and saw Himari standing beside him near the broken entrance, watching the scene with a soft smile.
He squeezed her wrinkled hand to get her attention. She turned to her grandson, who lay atop the counter, and smiled back.
"Good morning," Himari’s eyes softening. "Hajime."
Outside the bar, Billionaire and Tomie paused in their work at the command tent. Everyone was in the streets now. Even those who had taken shelter indoors were peering out through windows.
"Haha..." Tomie grabbed Billionaire’s shoulder and gave it a shake. "What a beautiful morning."
"Heh." Billionaire smiled, but when he looked at his father, his expression twisted. Tomie was holding back tears so hard that he looked ridiculous. "Dad, just cry already. You look like you’re about to turn into a monster if you don’t."
Awkwardly, Billionaire patted his father’s back. "There, there."
Lola and Atlas watched the people around them—people wholly absorbed by the morning. As sobs broke out and voices repeated "we are free," Lola’s smile only widened.
"I’ll take care of them." Suddenly, Atlas’s quiet voice reached her ears.
Her brows lifted in surprise as she turned toward him. He was still watching the scene, and when she thought he would leave it at that—as he often did—he added,
"You make me want to take care of them." Atlas met her gaze and smiled—not broadly, but with unmistakable relief. "And for the first time, I’m glad I took over the Order."

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