𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒆

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On the morning of March 2036, the red and yellow national flag of the Orlas Union had been lowered to be replaced by a new one.

The live broadcast had begun. In people's homes and official buildings, Alexei Avenir's portraits were crackled with hammers. On the streets, all of his flags were taken off and burned. Propaganda walls with his faces on were painted over.

In the center of the Square, people tore down his massive statue which made it topple to the side, and riding past it were fluttering flags of white, blue, and red on tanks — multiple of them, lining neatly beside each other, driving on a parade.

All the important political figures were present, saluting. Forty thousand soldiers from different battalions and commanders marched on the street with the command chief of staff in the front saluting while raising the white, blue, red flags.

Almost two thousands of different military vehicles drove behind with flags on them as well. This was the longest and largest military parade ever held on the Square in Normady's capital, marking the end of a failed empire and a promise for a new world order and a bright future for the nation.

Six aircraft lined up in a V shape, releasing smoke of white, blue, and red with two per color. They flew past the parade and finally above Arina Avenira — the first president of Normady — who was standing atop what used to be the first Orlas leader's mausoleum beside other figures including her trustworthy assistant since day one of the revolution.

After 12 years, all her efforts had paid off. She had now become a Spasitel of the world at the age of 35.

She dressed in a formal, new military suit with medals of honor from her medic years, hair tied in a bun. Her hands rested behind her back, chest and chin up in pride. She and the comrades around looked at the sea of white, blue, and red stretched beyond.

The whole world right now, was looking at the same thing they were seeing.

From Europe, to Asia, to Australia, to Africa, to America.

In Japan, Arina's junior high school friends and once brother comrades all of whose lives were rescued by her gathered in one spot to watch the live parade, mouths gaping in shock. Some smiled in pride and some cried in happiness (and it was Seo who had cried).

In Burundi, the same kids who were visited by Arina freaked out when watching the live and bragged to everyone whom they had met.

It was the Spasitel. They declared. The real Spasitel by flesh and blood.

In the USA, a little girl excitedly jumped up and down and screamed, 'Papa! It's true that you have once knew her?!'

A man in a business suit approached his daughter in front of the TV, and had his eyes wide open.

It was Asano Gakushuu. He gaped at the TV, and eventually pulled a smile out of pride.

'Yes, Adeliya, I'm telling the truth, and I can't believe that's the same dreamy girl I used to know.'

'I want to be like her in the future, papa!' declared the child.

'You will,' he picked his daughter up and kissed her forehead. His current wife also came out to join their sweet family moment.

'Just promise me one last time, dear Gakushuu, that you will move on in the future. You will meet other girls that you will fall in love with. And you will love them unconditionally, as they will also love you unconditionally. And then, you will find the one to grow old alongside. My greatest wish right now for you'

'is your own happiness.'

He had done it. He had kept his promise.

And in heaven, Koro-sensei was wiping his tears beside Ms. Yukimura while watching the peace his beloved student Arina had brought to this world. She had kept her promise, and he was more than proud of her.

Her mother and grandpa Tsu were also there, smiling.

From having her identity uncovered as a spy, to a dictator's daughter, then later became a soldier who fought a war without a weapon, to an angel in the Alps, to a leader of the biggest revolution, and finally, the Spasitel of the world.

Arina Avenira, a girl who had sacrificed her well-being for the sake of everything, had succeeded in her endeavors, and finally can rest now.

The Iron Curtains had officially fallen.

Alexei Avenir, who was sentenced to jail for all the crimes he had committed, had hanged himself out of shame.

Arina was beloved by everyone in the world now and she will be remembered for generations after generations. Even with her death two years later, they had declared her as a lady Saint. She was not simply a political figure anymore, with what miraculous things she had done during the war and her devotion to carrying mankind's sins on her shoulders, she was an incarnation of salvation to them. She was someone who had an impact on centuries come and goes without a person like that coming into the world.

Right now, what Arina could only think of, was how much she loved the world she was living in, and everything within it.

Again, the brightest smile on Earth would forever belong to her.

'Dear world, you are very lovely, and I'm glad to be alive in you!'

The end.

A/n: Again, don't tell me I overuse this drawing, I just like it very much since it perfectly captures Arina's spirit

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A/n: Again, don't tell me I overuse this drawing, I just like it very much since it perfectly captures Arina's spirit. The drawing itself radiates optimism for me.

'I feel like I want to be more than your Savior — I want to be your friend.' — Arina Avenira.

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