It's all over.
Aurelian's magic is completely extinguished.
And the soul of the foolish king shall not leave dust by Sher Aebeth, nor shall he be resurrected.
"Not as much as your mouth."
That's what I whine about, and I screwed Shell Aves.
Hmmm...... this sword used to defeat Aurelian strongly reflects Riley's thoughts.
Strong thoughts of people...... it can be magical at times.
Because of that, Shell Aves is sublime to the Devil's Sword.
If you need the help of that noble woman, let me use it again.
After the battle, I thought so.
Patchy.
There's a clapping noise coming from nowhere.
It was from the audience at first.
The applause, which was still there, gradually shows a spread and involves classmates on stage.
Patchy.
"Wow, great applause!
Lara moves her face slightly.
"Kurt showed up at the perfect time, naturally."
Maries with a proud expression somewhere.
"... I'm sure it was the theatre that knocked Aurelian down... maybe. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so exciting."
It was Cynthia trying to be calm, but she also seemed to have a rare and uplifting mood.
"Um, I mean, you thought my battle was a pleasure now, too. I hope so."
I repeat, with all this disturbance of exorcism, I didn't mean to stop the cultural festival.
This is a great day for you.
There were circumstances where the demonic sentiment would be further strengthened if we canceled it... but at the same time I learned resistance to depriving people of their enjoyment.
As a result, without causing the cultural festival to be cancelled, the people of the Wang capital enjoyed the festival wholeheartedly.
I think that was a very good thing.
"Well."
I look back and tell my classmates.
"The show is over. Isn't that a closing remark?"
"" "" Yes!
A healthy reply from all my classmates.
We line up on stage and bow our heads toward the audience.
The applause didn't stop ringing, and it rained down on us.
◆ ◆
"Announcing the MVP for the Cultural Festival"
After the theatre too.
After a while, the cultural festival ended, and our students at the School of Magic were gathered in a large school yard.
On the altar stands a girl from the Executive Committee of the Cultural Festival.
"MVP...... what class do you get?
Lara making her voice play.
"I wish it was us."
"I'm sure it is... Cynthia's class worked hard, but we lose to the First People..."
Maries and Cynthia are also waiting to announce the MVP yet or not.
I've been waiting for the announcement of the MVP and I've been thinking about the past and the future.
The magic Aurelian used. That wasn't there a thousand years ago.
He called it the Fair Space. I thought it was an improvement on the magic developed by Phombask.
From me, there's still so much unfinished business.
But by using it, it also felt like magic with potential.
Something is moving behind me.
I had no idea that such a thing would be used in this declining world, even though it was created by the demon god von Basque a thousand years ago.
I was relieved that the Empire was also doomed and defeated Phombask, the culprit of it all... but how could anything more likely happen if I left it like this?
In this case, I was strongly aware of it.
"MVP is... everyone in First of the Year!
As I was expanding my thinking, when was the MVP announced?
Frequent silence.
But the time difference exploded the joy of my classmates.
"Yay! We're the MVPs!
"You've all worked hard! The crepe shop and theatre went well, and of course they did!
"Everybody owes this to Maries, too"
"Lara, you can't do that if you forget, too, can you? They also made delicious crepes..."
"Those two are important too, but more than that..."
The gaze of a delightful classmate gathers me together.
"Kurt, you did it!
"Thanks to you!
"Exactly..."
Then Lara and Maries and Cynthia hugged me, too.
The three of them are snuggling, so what... the soft spot is hitting me.
"I'm not the only one in charge."
"" "Huh?
"This MVP is what we all won. No one would have been given such honor if they had lacked one"
It was a zero (spilled) word from the heart.
—— I met a wonderful friend in the world a thousand years later.
This world still looks like it can be enjoyed.
"And..."
Finally.
This is what I continued to do as I stroked the heads of the three Laras.
"My (...) festival is not over yet. There's still a cultural festival."