My story came to an end.

Actually no, it had only just begun. But at least I had finished telling all the shit that had happened to me so far.

“And the rest is history... which you already know. So what do you say?”

The woman who was sitting across the table from me, and had been listening to my story so far, wasn't my sister. I wish, but no.

“You intend to kill the reapers to protect your sister,” she said.

I hastened to interrupt, reminding her of something, before she could start protesting.

“We are talking about the reapers of my world. They can't interfere in yours, and the same applies the other way around. So nothing would change.”

“I know. Even if it didn't seem like it, I was listening to your story. I have a question, though. It's not because you sold this to me as an apocalyptic week when it only lasted three days. I can already imagine how you would answer me. But why do you think I'll help you? After long years I can finally get some rest, so many years I'd rather not count them. And you think I'm going to throw myself into a fight for a stranger and his world?”

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

Very sensible words. Without context, anyone would agree with her. But the fact that she'd stayed listening to such a long story, no, the fact that she'd come all this way in the first place said enough. She'd felt Death's presence inside me, which let her know instantly that I wasn't a nobody, a poor, raving lunatic.

Yes, of course, but that wasn't all it was about.

“You know why, but I'll do you the favor of saying it. You're hungry, I know. You're young, but it's safe to say you've already reached the top. The savior of the world.” I couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be in that position. Nor the emptiness it would leave when there were no more battles to fight, no more enemies to defeat. “And now you're supposed to hang up your helmet and sword, and live a normal life? To be just a regular person? No. That's not for you.”

Celeste, the heroine who had defeated the Demon King, Celeste, whose hair burned as bright as the fire she wielded, leaned back. Giving the impression that she was contemplating my offer, that she wasn't entirely convinced yet, but it was only a charade.

“You're right. Count me in.”

Apocalyptic Weekend: END?