"Alas, proper order no longer exists. Heroic Spirits protecting 'humanity' do not exist here. You are alone... After all, you are the evil within these lands." a voice said.

"After all, you are the evil within these lands… Huh…"

They were what one could call a "painful truth".

Certainly, the journey I had gone through during the Grand Order was nothing short of heroic. After all, we were fighting to save human history itself from incineration.

And yet, I found myself questioning my role within the Lostbelts.

Although Proper Human history is indeed the "original" while Lostbelts were parallel timelines, who am I to judge whether a life from Proper Human history was more fit to live than one from a Lostbelt?

It isn't as if I had moral rights over any person's life.

Two Lostbelts have already been erased; the Russian one, and the Scandinavian one.

And the longer this new journey went on, the more my mind was filled with doubt.

"You seem quite restless." a different voice spoke to me, it sounded familiar.

"I'm frankly not sure anymore. You know, about this whole Lostbelt thing."

"I wouldn't expect any less of you. You're hesitant to the utmost and far too soft-hearted, even towards your enemies... But you know, that is also why you're the one most fit to represent Proper Human History."

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you save Yagas in Russia? Why did you save human sacrifices in Scandinavia? All the while, knowing that your actions would end up erasing them anyways?"

"That's-"

"It would be wrong, wouldn't it? And yet, while the ends are wrong, you've carried out the means as to respect human dignity. That is what you do."

A shadow took form in front of me, but I could barely discern who it was.

"I've already spoken about it before with Da Vinci, but I always thought that, instead of a prominent genius saving humanity, it would be more fitting for a pure-hearted, ordinary person to save the world, aided by those around him. Only then, could mankind's true worth be displayed."

"W-wait you're… Doctor?... Doctor Roman?"

"You've gone through the Grand Order, and made past two Lostbelts already. Wouldn't you rather see it through the end? Let us hope that your efforts bear fruit."

I could faintly imagine the doctor smiling as I heard those words.

The next thing I knew, I woke up inside the Shadow Border.

"Excuse me, Senpai! Da Vinci is looking for you for a body checkup!"

Mash called me, knocking on my door.

"Okay, I will be there soon!" I replied to her, getting off the bed, still thinking about that fleeting dream I had just now.

As I laid my hand over the doorknob, my eyes laid themselves upon a crest drawn over it, and the words written under the crest itself.

It was our crest, the symbol of Chaldea.

The description read: "We are Chaldea, the Security Organization for the Preservation of Humanity. We safeguard the future of mankind. And our wish is for the path we take to be the right one."

That's right, I thought to myself. We're fighting in order to protect Proper Human History, and its future. I wasn't arrogant or self-righteous enough to even dare claim a moral high ground. I only hoped that restoring our home world was for the best.