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Epilogue.
Five years after the decisive battle between the Allied Forces of humanity and the Church of the Dark Saint.
In a not-so-prosperous small city within the Empire of Huasheng.
A man and a woman were strolling hand in hand along the street at a leisurely pace. Their appearances were quite ordinary, dressed in simple cloth garments. Subtle smiles played on their faces, a smile of happiness.
"Yue Yue, look how content the people here are! Even though materially their lives might not be much, their spirits are full."
"Ah Dai, why do you always like to call me by the name I used in the human world? Isn't Ruo Lin a nice name? After all, I'm the Goddess of Dreams and Illusion."
Ah Dai smiled faintly and said, "Aren't you the same? Ever since your mother helped you regain your divine position, I've never heard you call me Mandolin!"
Xuan Yue laughed and said, "That's because you're inherently silly; the name Ah Dai suits you better."
