Chương 197: Epilogue 2: “Until the Day We Meet Again”

Plato! Don't just stand there daydreaming, carry them quickly!"

"... Ah, sorry." To Plato who was lost in thought, Brinda's roar flies. He shrugged his shoulders, saying "good grief," and set about carrying the materials. Instead of the beam rifle lost in the battle, a normal hand is now attached. He probably will never fight again. One year has passed since Yu left. Reconstruction work is proceeding smoothly today as well.

"Gahahaha! Can't be helped! Plato is a little sentimental right now." Steargol laughed heartily as usual. He is holding five times the amount of materials as others, yet he looks relaxed. His boastful strength was a great success on this day as well. Then, Asty came to show her face.

"Yahho! Are you doing well?"

"Oh my. Isn't it Asty. It's been a while." Brinda and Asty had hit it off completely since that party. Now they were on terms where they frequently exchanged messages. Asty smiled brightly and said.

"Listen, listen! Surprise announcement! That Lasla -ne and Lorenz, you know! Believe it or not, they are getting married soon!"

"Hee! Those two, huh."

"Hoh. That is auspicious." Zeed, who had been quietly slacking off work, smirked. The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. There, Asty notices. That her figure, who should always be there, is missing.

"Huh? Where is Lilna -san?"

"Ah. If it's her, she went chasing after her beloved."

"Hmm. —Wait, eeeeeeeeh!?" To the astounded Asty, Plato didn't answer any further, looking up at the sky thinking of the distant universe. Be happy. Lilna. Plato smiled gently. Lilna was visiting one of the places of memories, the Lewis Baget Laboratory. Now that the post-war processing has finally settled down. Since only she and Plato probably know of its existence in this world anymore. Thinking of mourning for him, her creator, she visited on a whim. Yu...

Memories of the days spent with him revive suddenly again. Thinking of him, a happy feeling and a somewhat wistful mood fill her heart. I am doing well. How about you? Are you fighting somewhere even now? Or are you spending peaceful days? On the wall of the laboratory entrance, the writing of the mysterious person A. OZ remained as it was.

"Hm?" Looking closely, the writing. Below the original text, characters were further added. And in the characters of this world that she can read. Actually, the red-haired girl had secretly tricked it with a clever Magic Formula to appear with a time lag. Because she had something she wanted to convey only to her. P. S. To Lilna-san Please, become Yu-kun's strength. Yu-kun needs your power. He needs your love. When it's painful, when it's hard, please support him. Also, just one thing.

I'll yield the lead, but I won't lose either! Let's meet surely someday. ↓ There is a repaired spaceship in the basement Lilna was running. Why didn't I notice? Where on earth was I sleeping for two thousand years? At that time, wasn't I sent to the underground! After a struggle, finding the hidden passage to the basement, she searches around desperately. Eventually, she found a capsule-type spaceship. 『Deep Space Type 2-101』 is written on it.

"Fu, fufu..." Lilna couldn't suppress the laughter welling up. It was so close. The path to connect with Yu again. No matter how far apart. Our hearts are connected. Although faintly. To Lilna who connected deeply, she understood even now. Yu's presence. The direction where Yu is. Born with a mechanical body. Even if I can connect with him, I cannot bear children like humans. But now. I feel even that is a destiny to be respected. Because I can live much longer than humans. If there is a possibility.

Even a tiny bit is fine. Anywhere. I will chase you. To the ends of the universe. You haven't forgotten my persistence, have you?

"Wait for me. Yu. Someday, surely. Let's meet again." No matter how many times we part. I will go to see you again each time. The spaceship carrying Lilna. Flew away towards the far side of the universe, carrying hope.