Two years after the final struggle against the Will of Honkai, I officially stepped down from my position as Captain.
It was a heavy decision, especially considering I had taken the mantle following Major Himeko's passing. While a part of me felt the sting of regret, a larger part was desperate to leave the bridge behind for good.
The world had largely stabilized in those two years of post-Honkai chaos. In a world without a clear enemy to defeat, a hero often becomes little more than a catalyst for fresh conflict.
Whether that hero wants to be a spark for war or not is irrelevant; history has a way of making it so.
As much as it pains me to admit it, Otto Apocalypse's machinations left behind a foundation that actually worked. Theresa-sama, inheriting the weight of that legacy, had managed to navigate the transition smoothly.
The Will of Honkai might be shattered, but as long as the lingering remnants of Honkai energy persist, the Valkyries will remain a necessity.
That said, Anti-Entropy's research division concluded that at the current rate of purification, the threat should be entirely eradicated within a century.
Regardless of the global situation, the day I submitted my resignation was absolute chaos.
Theresa-sama practically tackled my legs, wailing that she would never let me go. It took hours of exhausting negotiation to convince her—I had to promise another year of service and agree to remain on the books as a reservist just to get her to let go.
Her nieces watched the Overseer with cold, dead eyes, but the