Proofreader - Me! (Final part of these chapters - Short one)

Serina's POV

Orientation, or so I had begun to call it after the fourth regression. The first week, in which my actions had a profound effect on the rest of the timeline. This was the first time it had been so different.

In the second round, a time when I was naive. I attempted to exterminate early threats without consideration of the outside world affairs, in turn, the ascension of the Demon Lord accelerated, the elves became unnerved, and the Unity of Order pulled out from the academy.

As expected, without the full five, the academy was wasted a year earlier than the first.

Actions had consequences, I couldn't move quickly, nor could I move slowly. The third detailed a slow but steady growth, I created rapport with the four others and grew rapidly. Yet, once again, as I neglected the affairs outside, the world accelerated towards its doom. The Demon Uprising, led by a true Devil rose to a power unbeknownst to me at the time.

With too many factors to consider, I spent the fourth round gathering knowledge. Learning of the world, spells, and even the evils which lurked in all corners of this continent. Taking in all of it, I fought with everything I had, knowledge of the future, and the power from connections as the heir to a Duchy, as well as my innate magic prowess.

Despite such preparation, the fifth round failed.

And, on the sixth, I broke down. In a world without Serina Rosemary, ironically... it lasted longer than ever before. Locking myself in a hidden room, isolated from everyone, it continued. Until that wretched man, the supposed Great Hero decided I couldn't.

I told him, the world was destined for destruction, and no matter what he nor I did, would change anything. Futility, or so I described it.

For this regression, I adopted the same line of thinking, giving up on all hope.

...

However.

Like a flashing beacon of hope, he appeared right in front of me. Even now, I can remember the dumb look on his face, surprise plastered all over it. For the first time, I had been met with the unknown, right at the beginning of my regression. Yet, from there on, every interaction, and every step he took, it convinced me otherwise.

That, such a line of thinking was wrong.

It wasn't just me who felt his warmth, but the girl who would die no matter what. Julia De Gracia now has hope of survival. By the end of the year, her salvation was possible.

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The devil lurking behind their family, I was certain he would pulverise it. Even with the soon-oncoming threat of demon cultists, beastmen, and the potential corruption of the Princess, he would solve it.

The main figures of this world, including me, are now intrinsically linked to his being. The relationships he built over a week have the potential to overcome what I could not. Through my support and his abilities, this world may finally reach a happy ending.

Happy...

Never would the day have come, that I could think of something like that.

And, as if to bolster my beliefs he accomplished a feat I could have never replicated. The one thing I could never do… he broke that accursed sword that killed the warrior in the end. Every repeat, they died in the same way, no matter how strong the warrior was, nor did it matter when it happened.

This... all from one person.

The brother of the Warrior, I believed he was beyond redemption. However, through Luke's actions, even hope was granted to a doomed soul like his. Luke formed the perfect team for the dungeon, sending them outwards in expectation of the monster attack. The depth of his plans far outmatched my own.

The world… and the appearance of Luke.

His presence was now my only salvation. A revolution would begin soon enough, and I would be behind him at every step. It was the start, the start of a new ending.

It wouldn’t be sad, I wouldn’t be the last one standing, and humanity could live.

I was stuck... stuck in a daze due to the mass of hope in front of me. I thought such things as I grabbed his arm, claiming to support him.

In a world where everything was grey, where everything repeated itself, I lived as a stone. It had become a cold, empty place that I was forced to reinvigorate, but never could.

But his warmth thawed it all. Colour found itself pouring in through the cracks of a failing reality. And at the centre of it all, was Luke.

My lips curved upwards, and I stared deeply into his plain, but striking brown eyes.

"Thank you."

-x-

Following the natural course of events, a sudden deviation occurred. He was grabbed by the Academy's Bastion and brought into a secluded space through a sound barrier.

I peered past the simple protections in place, overhearing an intriguing conversation. Contrary to my expectations, Luke seemed to be lying to his face.

From the future? I found it laughable, but it would make sense to an outside perspective in such a situation. Well, that was impossible, because I’ve seen it all.

...

What did he mean? Did he possess some foresight -- connected to his bloodline? What did the Bastion mean by describing Luke as an otherworldly creature? It was just as astonishing as coming from the future, but that assumption seemed almost correct.

Luke, the only person to change in all seven regressions.

If he was not from this world, but from another… what else would it mean?

It meant he saw my plight.

He saw me suffering, and as a benevolent being, greater than some fake gods… he decided to save not only me but the world. If such was the case, then...

Then without a doubt, he would be my everything.