A single star fell from the heavens that day, fleeting as a tender tear drop in the dark realm above. Amid the unified cheers within the walls of the Dragon Church, Natsuki Subaru slipped through rows of people who never tore their eyes off the newly-wed couple. The star descended—glistening faintly across the sky of Lugunica's capital—only to vanish. Alone in the swirling mass of faces, the raven-haired knight, tears choking his breath, took one trembling step outside.
It was high noon, the sun blazing in a near cloudless sky, the scorching light a vivid contrast to the heaviness in Subaru's chest. The same star from hours earlier faded into obscurity behind brilliant sunlight. The crowd around the church turned their heads, curious at the abrupt exit, some exchanging hushed whispers. For them, it was normal to see the Queen's knight in attendance, albeit unusual for him to depart so soon. Subaru felt his lungs tighten at their curious stares. But none approached him, partly out of respect, partly out of confusion.
He kept walking, forging ahead with no clear direction, his body on autopilot. The cheering inside the church sounded muffled as if drifting from an entirely different world. His polished black shoes clicked against the white stone path, the same path upon which countless footsteps had marched. Though the capital was lively with wedding celebrations, in that moment it felt ghostly quiet around Subaru, as if an invisible curtain separated him from the festivities swirling everywhere else.
"Emilia-tan," he whispered under his breath, forcing a pitiful smile. A dryness in his throat prevented him from speaking any louder. The pang in his chest wouldn't relent; it gnawed relentlessly, raking his insides each time he dared remember her bright eyes.
Wasn't this day supposed to be beautiful for him, too? He'd told himself that over and over—he'd stand proud, supportive, smiling, content. After all, he'd promised Ram he wouldn't do anything embarrassing, promised himself that he wouldn't make a scene. Technically, he'd honored her words. He hadn't declared love in front of them or done something foolish like object to the entire wedding. Instead, he forced jokes, flung a few insults at Julius, and slunk out of the ceremony with tears biting at his eyes.
He hated it. It felt cowardly. Yet he couldn't stay.
He walked farther along the path, weaving around smaller groups that had no idea what had transpired. Those scattered city folks wore broad smiles, some raising wooden cups of ale while others sang or shouted well-wishes for the newlyweds. Confetti showered the ground like floral petals; children scampered about, collecting handfuls of the colorful scraps. The entire capital was alive with joy. This was Queen Emilia's wedding day, after all—one of the biggest events in a century.
"No place for me," Subaru told himself, pressing his nails into his palm until they left small red crescents. "She's… she's happy. That's what matters."
His mouth twisted into a shaky grin. Right… The entire kingdom was overjoyed for their new King and their beloved Queen. Julius Juukulius, the most fitting partner for Emilia, was none other than a famed knight rumored to have the greatest skill, the greatest intellect, the greatest devotion. He was everything Subaru was not.
Subaru's chest constricted. He could almost still feel her presence, see her silver hair shining under tinted sunlight, hear her soft giggle whenever he said something dumb. For a fleeting moment, his tired mind conjured illusions that it was him she'd chosen. But illusions would remain illusions; reality was a blade that cleaved illusions into dust.
He continued onward, his footsteps mechanical. He eventually found himself wandering toward the castle gates—ironically, the very same gates that once seemed so grand, so triumphant, so full of hope whenever he walked through them to see Emilia. Now, the architecture made him nauseous with heartbreak.
All around, shopkeepers posted new signs reading CLOSED—CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR QUEEN!. Music drifted from some open-air gatherings. But Subaru pressed forward, ignoring any celebrations or sounds of lively chatter. He recognized some of the soldiers posted on corners, but they parted or bowed, then watched him walk away with concern. No one dared stop him, perhaps sensing the heartbreak radiating off his hunched shoulders.
—Meanwhile, inside the Dragon Church—
Just moments after the new King placed a tender, lingering kiss on the Queen's lips, that entire church erupted in thunderous applause. Thousands of people, from noble to commoner, from humans to demi-humans, roared with approval. Confetti shot from hidden tubes near the back, showering the newly wed couple in a flurry of colors. Some within the crowd teared up from the spectacle, touched by the sweet honesty in Emilia's vow, enthralled by Julius's sincerity and love.
Amid the excited chatter, Rem discreetly turned her head, noticing the seat where Subaru had been. The seat was empty.
"Subaru-kun," she murmured, folding her hands atop her lap. Next to her, Ram wore a stoic mask, but beneath that pink fringe, her eyes tracked the same empty spot. She said nothing and would not move from her seat until the vow exchange ended. She had promised not to stop Subaru—though every fiber of her being ached to do so.
The applause eventually died down as the new King and Queen parted and turned to face the audience in unison. Emilia's cheeks were dusted the faintest pink as she addressed the people with a gleaming smile. Julius held her hand firmly, unwaveringly, a subtle promise of his vow, and she took comfort in that closeness.
Rem discreetly rubbed her fingers, swallowing a lump in her throat. She wasn't the only one worried. Crusch, Anastasia, Felt—each in attendance—exchanged fleeting glances, aware that someone very important was missing. None dared to stand up now and chase after him; there was protocol in place. The Queen deserved the courtesy of an undisturbed ceremony.
—Outside again—
When Subaru thought he was done crying, he realized fresh tears threatened to fall any second. He blinked them back as best as he could, trying to quell the watery haze in his eyes. For the most part, the tears obeyed, trailing silently down his face so that he maintained at least some composure. Even so, his lips were trembling.
He passed by a small alley, overshadowed by tall stone buildings. He paused briefly, then turned in. The gloom gave him a safe space, away from prying eyes, if only for a moment. He leaned against the cold stone wall and let himself cry quietly.
The star had long vanished from the day's sky, and in place of it, warm golden sunlight painted the rooftops. The people chattered in the distance; bards played cheerful tunes. Subaru's sobs, though hushed, echoed within this alley. He slid down until he was sitting on the ground, back pressed to the unyielding bricks.
"This is so dumb," he mumbled, face buried in his hands. "I knew this day was coming, so why am I—why am I like this?"
A wave of shame washed over him. He had no right to ruin their day. He had no right to stand up in the middle of the ceremony. He had no right to ache this badly about something that was clearly never meant to be. And yet, he could not stop the heartbreak from devouring him.
"Subaru, are you… are you okay, in fact?"
A timid, child-like voice pierced the alley. Subaru looked up in a panic, wiping his tears frantically. The small figure with curled blonde drill-hair and wide butterfly eyes hovered at the alley's mouth, her pink dress—complete with frills—fluttering with each soft step.
"B-Beako?"
Beatrice shifted in place, fingers clasped together behind her back. She stared at the man in front of her, her face uncharacteristically devoid of sarcasm or smugness. Instead, a gentle worry etched her features.
"Don't hide from Betty, I suppose," she said softly, stepping closer. "I know your heart is in turmoil."
Subaru let out a shaky laugh. "Betty, you're supposed to be inside… with the rest… they're probably looking for you."
"Betty knows. But it's more important to find you, I suppose." She pressed her lips together in a thin line, fighting back her own swirl of emotions. She and Subaru had forged a powerful contract, and that bond let her feel the chaotic swirl in his heart. It was raw, painful, and it called out to her.
"How… how did you even know I was here?"
Beatrice huffed, crossing her arms. "Even if I didn't sense the direction of your mana, you're predictable, I suppose. I might even say you're an idiot for choosing the darkest, dreariest alley to cry your heart out."
"Yeah, I can't argue with that," Subaru muttered, wiping the last bit of tears with the back of his hand.
Without waiting for an invitation, Beatrice hopped forward, placing her tiny hand on Subaru's shoulder. She stared at him with eyes so full of compassion that it almost broke him more.
"Subaru… do you want me to do something about this pain, in fact?" she asked, voice trembling slightly. "I could cast a small spell, it might help you relax your mind for a bit."
He paused, breathing unsteadily. "No… no, Beako. This is… something I gotta face on my own."
She nodded, not pressing the issue further. She remembered all too well those nights years ago, when Subaru came to her in the library, half broken from the trauma of repeated deaths. She'd offered to take the pain away if that's what he wanted, but he always refused. He insisted that it was part of his humanity to experience pain, heartbreak, frustration. And again, he was refusing a magical shortcut.
"Fine, I suppose… then, I'll just be here, if that's okay."
Subaru's lips twitched. "It's… it's more than okay."
Silence stretched between them, an odd serenity in the quiet alley. In the distance, joyous music soared as the wedding celebration spilled out from the church's main courtyard. The contrast between the blissful festivities and Subaru's own heartbreak felt dizzying.
After a few beats, the great spirit gave a soft tug on Subaru's sleeve. "Are you… planning to stay here all day, in fact?"
He let out a shaky breath, shaking his head. "I don't… know. I can't go back in there. Can't ruin their day."
"It's not about 'ruining' it, I suppose. Betty… doesn't want you to bury yourself in sadness, all alone."
Subaru swallowed. "I guess I'd be lying if I said I was fine. But… I can't stay here forever."
He slowly pushed himself to his feet, wobbling. Beatrice floated next to him, mindful to hover in case he lost his balance.
"You're exhausted, I suppose," she whispered.
"I didn't sleep well last night… I guess it's all hitting me."
He stepped forward, out of the alley, uncertain where to go. Did he want to return to the castle? Did he want to leave the capital entirely? The notion of returning to the same building where he and Emilia had lived—where every hallway reminded him of her—seemed unbearable. But so did the thought of traveling aimlessly.
Beatrice stared up at him, as if sensing his indecision. "I'm here, so whatever you do, you won't be alone."
Subaru smiled wearily. "Thanks, Beako."
They started wandering, letting the roads choose for them. People recognized him—some softly called out his name, congratulating him for the wedding as though it was also his triumph. He merely nodded politely, forging on. He overheard them mention rumors:
"The Queen's wedding was beautiful, yeah?"
"They say that Knight Subaru was her best friend for so many years."
"He's close with her, so maybe he had special tasks behind the scenes."
"That's probably why he left the ceremony, to coordinate final details or something!"
They each had their own interpretations. No one realized how wrong (yet also how heartbreakingly right) they were.
Eventually, Subaru recognized the path leading to a spacious park near the capital's eastern edge. A wide area of grass and trees, smaller than the castle's field but still tranquil. A fountain stood in the middle, shaped like a coiling dragon.
The park was almost empty now—everyone was at the city's center celebrating. Subaru found a wooden bench beneath a large oak tree, its canopy casting a refreshing shade. With a sigh, he collapsed onto it, letting the tension seep out of his shoulders.
Beatrice hopped up next to him. "You should rest."
Subaru nodded. "Yeah… I just need a moment to clear my head. We'll figure out the next step after."
He reclined, arms spread along the wooden slats. A faint breeze danced across his hair, easing some of the heat from the midday sun. His mind was a mixture of swirling regrets, fleeting memories:
Emilia's timid smile at the Royal Selection announcement years ago.
Her exasperation whenever he tried to show off.
The gentle lull of her voice calling his name, "Subaru…"
Countless loops, countless returns by death, all endured so she could have a chance at happiness.
And now, that happiness was secure. The sorrowful star that hovered in Subaru's eyes flickered faintly, and he felt both heartbreak and relief. No matter how cruel fate was to him, at least Emilia lived, smiled, blossomed.
They sat like that in silence for a while. Subaru closed his eyes, hoping to doze, but every time he drifted near the border of unconsciousness, he'd jerk awake with the memory of the final kiss replaying in his head.
"Tch," he grimaced, rubbing his temples. "I'm a real piece of work."
"…You are, in fact," Beatrice deadpanned, though her voice carried gentleness. "But you have people who care about you, Subaru. That's not worthless, I suppose."
He stared at her. "I know. Sometimes I… forget."
—Back at the Dragon Church—
Once the ceremony concluded in grand style, crowds poured out of the main hall. A lengthy line formed outside, each attendee eager to congratulate or catch a glimpse of the new King and Queen. Meanwhile, the bride and groom retreated momentarily to a private antechamber behind the stage, accompanied by a few of their closest allies.
Rem was the first to approach the two with tears in her eyes. She offered them a humble congratulation, bowing her head deeply. "You both looked radiant, Emilia-sama… Julius-sama."
A red-faced Emilia giggled, still high off the adrenaline of the ceremony. Julius offered a grateful nod to Rem. "Thank you, Rem. Your support meant a great deal to us."
Shortly, Anastasia, Crusch, and Felt all arrived, greeting the newlyweds in turn. Another wave of compliments, remarks, jokes, and even some teasing at how Julius had become so emotional. The new King's ears turned pink, but he smiled graciously.
However, an unmistakable tension threaded through the group. No one dared mention the one who'd left early, but each felt the pang of that empty space. Julius noticed it too, the way Rem, Ram, and the rest of Emilia's old camp avoided meeting his gaze fully.
In time, Otto and Garfiel arrived, bowing. Garfiel parted his lips a few times, wanting to say something, anything, but no words formed. Otto cleared his throat, stepping forward.
"E-Emilia-sama, Julius-sama," Otto began. "We wanted to let you know that, um… we plan to remain for the feast later, but first we need to, ah, handle some personal matters."
Emilia blinked. "Personal matters?"
Otto's eyes flicked down. "I think you know… who we're concerned about."
Emilia's expression shifted, sorrow creeping in. The swirling joy in her heart flickered, overshadowed by empathy. She clenched Julius's hand, biting her lower lip. "He left during the ceremony, didn't he?"
Rem lowered her head further. "Yes, Emilia-sama. He was hurting so badly."
A sense of guilt gnawed at Emilia's chest. She remembered the glimpses of Subaru standing up mid-ceremony. She remembered his strange little jokes. She remembered his final vow-like statement to Julius: "Protect her, no matter what." She recalled hearing the faint echoes of the church door opening as he left.
"I—I was worried this might happen," Emilia whispered, wringing her hands. "We tried to talk about it, I tried so many times, but…"
Her voice trailed off. Julius placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Emilia, it's not your fault. We both knew this day would be difficult for him."
A tear threatened to form at the corner of Emilia's eye. "Subaru's done so much for me. Seeing him in pain… it's like my heart is tearing in two."
"Then we must help him, in fact," said a small voice behind the group. Everyone turned to see Beatrice gliding in from the side room. She approached quietly, her expression grave. "I will find him, if that's what you wish, I suppose."
To their surprise, Ram stood behind Beatrice, looking uncharacteristically distraught. The pink-haired oni pressed her lips together. She folded her arms, but it was clear her usual condescension was replaced by genuine concern.
"Barusu is a troublesome fool, but… it's not right for him to vanish from the wedding. And it's definitely not right for him to face everything alone," Ram sighed, letting her arms drop. "I… want to search for him as well."
Otto and Garfiel exchanged glances. "We all do," Otto agreed. "I can coordinate a search, but I suspect if we get too flashy, it'll cause the public to notice and overshadow the wedding."
Emilia looked pained, glancing at Julius. He nodded gently. "I can handle the formalities from here, Emilia. Go with them, if you truly wish to."
"But Julius… it's our wedding day…"
He hushed her with a soft look. "We're joined in union now; your concern is my concern, your sadness is mine. If helping Subaru find peace is what you need, then you have my blessing. You're not leaving me behind or any such nonsense."
His words were enough to make her tear up all over again. Though she'd chosen Julius as her husband, the part of her that cared deeply for Subaru never disappeared. She inhaled, finally steadying herself.
"All right," she murmured, turning to her old friends. "Let's find Subaru. Let's… let's help him. But let's do it quietly, so we don't draw too much attention."
They collectively agreed on a plan: Otto and Ram would search the main streets. Garfiel would check the northern district. Beatrice and Rem would check smaller roads near the castle grounds. Emilia would search the capital's eastern sections—where the park and older neighborhoods stood. Meanwhile, Julius would remain at the church to greet dignitaries and keep the event from devolving into a panic.
—At the same time, in the capital's eastern park—
Subaru's eyes grew heavier. Beatrice perched calmly on the bench's armrest, scanning the surroundings with an almost protective air. She felt tension within her contractor, but he was too tired to stand or talk, pinned by heartbreak.
A group of passing children squealed with delight, chasing each other and throwing confetti scraps. Subaru watched them from a distance, noticing how pure their laughter was—completely separated from his own sorrow. He managed a faint smile.
Beatrice slid off the bench. "I'll fetch you some water, I suppose," she said gently, pointing to the stone fountain not far away. She didn't really need to 'fetch' water, but the excuse gave her a moment alone, and perhaps Subaru needed a moment to think without eyes on him.
"Thanks, Beako," Subaru mumbled in response.
As she walked away, the midday sun poured dappled light through the trees. The green leaves gently rustled overhead, casting soft, shifting shadows across Subaru's face. He inhaled, letting the calmness of nature anchor him just a little. Maybe, after some more time here, he'd muster the strength to… do what? Return to the castle? Pack his belongings?
A swirl of guilt and confusion pressed down on him. He'd wanted Emilia's happiness—still did—and that was no lie. So why did it hurt so irreparably? Why did it feel like a star had exploded in his chest, leaving only a black hole behind?
He tried to banish these thoughts as he closed his eyes.
Footsteps, timid and measured, approached from behind. He assumed it was Beatrice returning, so he didn't move.
"Subaru?"
At the sound of that gentle voice, his heart nearly seized. This voice was so painfully familiar—the timbre that used to call his name in the quiet hours at the manor.
Could it be…? Slowly, with leaden limbs, Subaru turned.
There stood Emilia, wearing the same wedding gown, the trailing white fabric gently catching on grass and small twigs. She'd removed her crown—for mobility, perhaps—and was left with her glossy silver hair tumbling in gentle waves around her shoulders. Despite the bright day, her face was overshadowed by concern.
Subaru's mouth hung open. He tried to speak, but no sound emerged. The sight of her in that wedding dress was too much. He half-expected to see Julius by her side, but she'd come alone.
"You're… you're supposed to be with Julius," he stammered, standing so quickly that he nearly stumbled.
Emilia took a few steps forward, her eyes watery, shimmering. "I know, but… I had to check on you."
Subaru's heart squeezed, a storm of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to see her, but on the other, he felt so unworthy, so small, so humiliated.
"Y-you're the Queen. You shouldn't be…" He swallowed, words failing. "This is your wedding day, Emilia-tan. Everyone's—everyone's waiting for you. Don't waste your time on me."
Emilia slowly shook her head, her lips pressed thin. "Why do you keep saying that, Subaru? Why do you keep pushing me away?"
"I'm not pushing you away. I just… you… you don't owe me anything." He forced a laugh that came out cracked. "I'm sure Julius is worried. You two should be celebrating."
Hearing the groom's name brought a flicker of sadness across Emilia's eyes. "We will celebrate, but… Subaru, I couldn't just stand there, hearing that you left. Everyone was so concerned. You've always been my knight, so how can I ignore you now that you're hurting?"
Her words were so honest that it made him want to either run or fall into her arms—both desires equally impossible. "I'm fine."
A lie so transparent that even the breeze seemed to mock him. Emilia took another step forward, crossing the final distance between them. She reached out a pale, trembling hand, gently brushing her fingertips across the tears on Subaru's cheek that he hadn't even realized were there.
"Don't do this," she whispered, her voice wavering. "I can see it. It's hurting you, Subaru."
His chest twisted. He stepped back, gently knocking her hand away, not because he hated her touch, but because he feared he might break if he let her wipe away his tears. "You can't see it, Em… Your wedding is everything. You deserve this."
"I—" Emilia closed her mouth, uncertain. The rift between them felt insurmountable. "You're right, we all deserve happiness, but it doesn't mean that your pain is worthless or that you have to pretend."
She took in a shuddering breath. "I still care about you, Subaru. You are… so important to me."
Important. That word lanced him. But not important enough to be the man standing at the altar, his mind taunted.
"They're two different kinds of love," she said softly, as if reading his thoughts. "What you've given me all these years is immeasurable. I swear, I never wanted you to suffer. I never wanted to hurt you. Maybe I'm naive, thinking we all can be happy at once, but… I do want that, more than anything."
Subaru swallowed hard. A swirl of longing and acceptance contorted inside him. "I know. I—I never wanted you to think you forced me out of your life. It's my own problem. I just… wasn't strong enough to handle it gracefully. But I'm trying, I really am."
Emilia's hands dropped to her sides, trembling. "You are strong, Subaru. I want to help you if I can. But… maybe you need time."
He looked away, gazing at the patch of daisies near his foot. "Time… yeah. Probably."
A hush fell. She didn't push him further. She didn't lecture or scold. She simply studied his profile, tears collecting at the corner of her eyes. Then, she quietly closed the distance, leaning in and wrapping her arms around him—just a warm, tender embrace. Not romantic, just full of care.
He stiffened, tears brimming. For a moment, he considered pushing her away. But something inside him broke free, and his arms slowly circled around her waist, returning the embrace lightly. He felt the lace of her wedding dress, the trembling of her shoulders.
"It's okay," she whispered.
He felt everything at once—regret, sadness, love, loss. But he let himself be held for a few seconds, letting that contact ground him.
When they parted, she offered him a shaky smile. "Subaru, no matter what happens… you can always come home to the castle. Right now, I can't give you what you might want the most, but I want you safe, cared for, not alone."
She was offering him a place in her life, an olive branch. But for Subaru, stepping foot in that castle, seeing her with Julius each day, might be a torment he wasn't ready to endure.
Still, he nodded. "I… appreciate it. More than you know, Emilia-tan."
She nodded in return, tears glistening. "I should get back soon, but please come to the reception, if you can. Even if just for a little. Everyone wants to see you, Subaru."
He almost laughed at how ironically kind she was being. "I'll… see how I feel. If I don't show, it's not because I'm angry. I just… need to calm down."
Emilia didn't pressure him. Instead, she gently squeezed his hand, then turned away, her wedding dress trailing elegantly behind her. She paused a few steps away, her gaze flicking up to the sky.
"By the way," she said softly, "the sky at night still has the same lovely stars. Even if one star looks lonely… it never truly is. Maybe that star just needs a little time, and one day, it'll shine with the rest."
Her words carried a warm sincerity, perhaps referencing some private memory. Subaru bit his lip, nodding. "Thank you, Emilia-tan."
With that, she departed, disappearing back into the city's bustle.
For a time, Subaru stood there, motionless, the swirl of bittersweet lingering in the empty space she'd left behind.
—An hour later—
Beatrice never returned with water. In truth, she'd glimpsed Emilia arriving from afar and decided to give them privacy. Eventually, the small spirit returned to Subaru's side, confirming that the half-elf had gone. Subaru told her briefly about their exchange. Beatrice's expression was guarded, as if a thousand emotions hammered inside her.
"You didn't come back with her, I suppose," she finally said.
"I—no. I can't right now."
She accepted his answer, nodding once. "Then… what now, in fact?"
Subaru stared at the canopy overhead. "I guess… maybe I'll walk around a little. Clear my head."
Beatrice tugged his sleeve. "You better not run off. Ram and the others are probably searching for you."
"Yeah. I'm sure I'll run into them eventually."
And so, with no particular plan, Subaru left the park behind, drifting into quieter neighborhoods. This area was older—cobblestone paths, vines creeping up old wooden fences, modest houses that had stood for decades. The celebratory atmosphere was less intense here, though he still spotted colorful banners strung from windows.
Eventually, he found himself in front of a familiar structure: the clinic. A quiet, stone building that had once treated the injured back when the Witch Cult attacked. Subaru had been here many times—helping those who'd lost limbs, or those who needed potions or healing spells. Memories flooded him, some of them dear, some of them harrowing.
A sense of nostalgia rose, prompting him to step inside. The waiting room was calm, with only a handful of patients. A sleepy, bespectacled nurse recognized him and waved softly.
"Knight Subaru, it's been a while," she greeted in a low voice. "Are you feeling unwell?"
He shook his head. "No, just, uh… taking a walk."
She nodded. "Feel free to look around, sir."
He ambled through the corridors, eventually stopping at a half-open door leading to a small chapel-like space. This was where patients prayed or meditated, a place to seek quiet solace. Subaru pushed the door aside and slipped in, letting Beatrice follow behind.
Soft rays of light fell through colored windows, painting the floor in pastel hues. Rows of simple wooden pews faced a small altar with a statuette of the Dragon, the same symbol repeated all over Lugunica. But at least it was peaceful—no bustling crowd, no forced merriment.
Subaru sat down in the second row, sighing heavily. Beatrice hopped onto the seat next to him, swinging her legs that didn't touch the floor. They sat in silence.
"You want to say a prayer, in fact?" she teased gently, eyes drifting to the statue.
Subaru chuckled, the sound humorless. "Maybe. Pray for some mental clarity, I guess."
He lowered his head, clasped his hands lightly. He wasn't entirely sure who or what he was praying to—maybe the Dragon, maybe some intangible god, or maybe just the starless void he felt in his heart. Either way, the moment of reflection felt… comforting.
'Let Emilia be happy. Let me find my own path. Let… this pain in my chest subside. And… if there's any part of me that can keep shining, show me how.'
He opened his eyes, exhaling. "You know, Beako, this might be the lamest day of my life and also one of the best days, ironically. I'm… proud of her. I really am. She overcame so much. It's just… the heartbreak is real."
Beatrice placed a tiny hand on his knee. "There's nothing shameful in heartbreak, I suppose. But don't you think you deserve to find your own happiness one day?"
The question startled him. He forced a laugh. "After everything, I'm not sure if I do. My biggest feat was Return by Death, which is ironically a curse. And I only used it to keep her safe. Without that… I'm just an average man."
Beatrice pouted. "Says who?"
"Says me," Subaru replied flatly.
She hopped off the bench, turning around to face him, arms crossed. "Then you're an idiot, I suppose! You've done more than you realize, not just for Emilia, but for so many people. One heartbreak doesn't define your entire existence."
He stared at her, lips pressed in a grim line. "I know… or at least I should know. Just… giving it time is hard."
The big butterfly eyes softened. "Betty is not telling you to move on immediately, but… promise not to vanish into self-loathing. If you do, Betty will find you, forcibly drag you out, I suppose!"
Her defiant little stance actually made him crack a real smile, a small glimmer of warmth flaring in his chest. "Alright, deal."
They lingered a bit longer. Then, a slight creak at the door drew their attention. A tall silhouette blocked the light—a figure with short pink hair.
Subaru tensed, bracing for a scolding. "Ram…"
The pink-haired oni took a few steps forward, scanning the small chapel. She inhaled quietly, her arms folded across her chest. "Barusu," she said, voice calmer than usual, but still carrying that unyielding edge. "I figured you would hide somewhere that no one else would think to look."
Beatrice hopped behind Subaru, as if standing guard. Subaru offered a faint grin. "Don't suppose you're here to yell at me for leaving, are you?"
Ram's gaze softened almost imperceptibly. "Hmph, scolding you on your stupidity is the easy part, but that's not why I'm here." She stepped forward, each footstep echoing in the silent chamber. She looked around the room once, taking in the stained-glass windows. Then, her gaze locked onto Subaru's. "Everyone's worried."
"I know… That's why I left quietly. I didn't want to ruin things," Subaru murmured.
Ram pursed her lips, a complicated expression flickering across her face. "You promised me you wouldn't cause a scene, but you still ended up making everyone worry, including Rem."
He flinched at that. "Oh."
"She's out there searching for you. So are the others," Ram continued. "If you're done sulking, Barusu, come with me. Rem can't rest easy if you're missing in action."
Subaru hesitated, glancing at Beatrice as if for guidance. The little spirit nodded. "We can talk to them. No one will force you to do what you don't want to."
Finally, Subaru bowed his head in surrender. He rose slowly from the pew, stepping away from the altar. Ram led them out of the chapel.
—Outside the clinic—
Rem stood at the entrance, wringing her hands anxiously, brightening the instant she saw Subaru step through the door. She hurried up, scanning him from head to toe.
"Subaru-kun! A-are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Her eyes were wide with genuine concern, reminiscent of the days in the Roswaal manor when she'd fuss over his injuries from petty scuffles. He forced a small laugh, shaking his head.
"I'm okay, Rem. Sorry for worrying you… I just needed some air," he said, words laced with guilt.
Rem swallowed, glancing timidly between Subaru and Ram. "We—everyone was so worried. I… I tried to look everywhere. Then Ram said maybe the clinic or the outskirts."
Ram rolled her eyes. "Of course, I know how this dog's brain works." Despite the biting words, the relief in her expression betrayed her real feelings.
Beatrice and Subaru shared a knowing glance. He stepped closer to Rem, patting her shoulder. "Let's head back together, yeah? I've… well, I've come to terms with a few things."
The blue-haired oni exhaled in relief, nodding with a small, tender smile.
—That evening, in the capital—
Night arrived quickly, as if time wanted to usher the day to a close. The wedding reception had moved from the Dragon Church to the royal castle's ballroom. Lamps illuminated the pathways, and the entire castle shimmered with decorations: white roses, silver ribbons, elegant draperies. Hundreds of guests attended, all now celebrating with drinks, fine cuisine, and music that rang through the corridors.
However, Natsuki Subaru found himself in a quieter corner of the castle's courtyard. With the help of Rem and Ram—along with a surprisingly silent Roswaal—they'd navigated through the throngs of guests without drawing too much attention.
He lingered in the courtyard, behind a tall arrangement of flowering hedges. Overhead, the night sky was clear enough for the moon to shine in full splendor—a pale silver disc that glowed upon the towers.
"There they are," a voice called from behind. Otto, dressed impeccably in a formal suit, arrived with Garfiel in tow. Petra and Frederica followed close behind, and behind them was Roswaal. They had apparently planned a quiet rendezvous.
Petra's eyes shone with concern. "Subaru-sama, you're back… Are you feeling a bit better?"
Subaru forced a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry for making you guys worry."
Petra's shoulders relaxed. She'd grown from a small girl to a poised young woman over the years, but her affection for Subaru never changed. She nodded, letting Frederica pat her head gently.
Otto adjusted the cuff of his sleeve. "So… the question remains, are you going inside? Or are you staying out here?"
Everyone turned to the raven-haired knight, awaiting his decision. Subaru looked at their faces—some anxious, some supportive. Garfiel had his arms crossed, brow furrowed, fangs biting his lower lip as if urging Subaru to do what felt right.
Subaru inhaled the crisp night air, eyes drifting upward. The moon was bright, but dotted around it were faint stars. They were too dim to outshine the luminous moon, yet they clung to the heavens in quiet perseverance.
The star is one of the only few things that shines in the night…
He remembered that phrase echoing from somewhere. The star's existence was lonely and overshadowed, yet it still gave hope to those who looked up at it.
Subaru exhaled, lowering his gaze to the castle's upper windows. He imagined Emilia inside with Julius, greeting guests, smiling in her white gown, feeling happiness she'd worked so hard to earn.
He closed his eyes. "I'll… go in. Just for a bit," he said quietly, voice trembling. "I want to congratulate her properly, you know?"
His friends nodded, some letting out relieved sighs. Otto put a gentle hand on Subaru's shoulder. "We'll be right there with you. And if you want to leave at any point, just signal us."
"Thanks," Subaru mumbled, steeling himself.
Together, they maneuvered around to a side entrance that led into the grand ballroom. Music drifted out, accompanied by chatter and laughter. The room was expansive, columns lining the walls, a polished marble floor that reflected the chandelier's light overhead. The décor matched Emilia's color scheme: purple and white ribbons draped elegantly across the walls, and flower arrangements were meticulously placed.
As soon as Subaru stepped inside, he felt a wave of trepidation. A swirl of people milled about, but it was easy to spot the newlyweds at the center. Emilia and Julius had changed into simpler but still majestic garments suitable for dancing. They were speaking to some lords and dignitaries from foreign lands.
A hush fell near the entrance as guests noticed Subaru. Some stared, some whispered. But no one approached him directly. Perhaps they sensed the tension or had heard rumors.
"One step at a time," Subaru told himself, stepping further in. Ram quietly accompanied him, her presence bracing him, while Rem and Beatrice flanked the other side. Otto and Garfiel followed behind, forming a subtle but protective formation.
Finally, Julius glanced across the crowd and spotted him. The purple-haired knight, though newly crowned as King Consort, offered a small nod. Emilia's gaze followed Julius's, and her face lit up with relief at seeing Subaru. She excused herself politely from the conversation and walked over, Julius in tow.
A hush lingered, bystanders discreetly watching. Roswaal, Crusch, Anastasia, and Felt also hovered in the background, ready to diffuse any awkwardness. But there was no immediate confrontation—just a silent moment as the newlyweds stood before Subaru.
Emilia gave a nervous smile, clasping her hands together. "Subaru, you came."
He tried to speak but coughed softly, forcing the lump down. "Yeah… I wanted to congratulate you two, properly."
She nodded, cheeks pink. Julius gently took her hand, stepping forward as well. "We appreciate that, Subaru."
Swallowing, Subaru mustered the best smile he could. "Emilia-tan… you look amazing tonight, like a real queen. You have for years, but now it's official. I guess I'm trying to say… I'm proud of you."
Emilia's eyes glistened. "Thank you."
Julius offered a faint, respectful nod, placing his free hand over his heart. "I must also thank you. Your words at the ceremony reminded me I should never abandon my vow to protect her. And I won't."
Subaru let out a wavering exhale. "Good. That's… all I needed to hear, I guess."
The tension began to melt, replaced by the gentle hum of music. The newlyweds seemed relieved, some color returning to Emilia's face. She leaned forward, hugging Subaru briefly—this time with less trembling than before—then drew back.
"Thank you for all you've done for me… for us," she whispered.
Subaru nodded, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying. "Just… be happy, okay? And if you ever need me for anything… I'm still your knight, in a weird sense."
She let out a soft laugh. "Of course."
Behind Subaru, Beatrice and Rem smiled, though both had tears in their eyes. Ram stood with folded arms, her expression unreadable but her posture less rigid than usual.
Julius smiled politely at Subaru, then turned, offering his arm to Emilia. She took it, and they drifted back into the throng of waiting guests. The hush of onlookers lifted, replaced by the usual chatter of a celebration.
Subaru let out a shaky breath, stepping off to the side. That short exchange felt like a weight had partly lifted, though not entirely. But at least there was closure in a sense. A new kind of beginning.
Some lesser nobles or knights approached Subaru, exchanging courtesy greetings, praising him for his achievements as a knight who had served the Queen. He responded politely, though half-heartedly, until the swirl of attention died down.
Eventually, Subaru slipped away from the main crowd, finding a seat at one of the smaller round tables near the edge of the ballroom. Ram, Rem, Otto, Garfiel, Frederica, and Petra followed, all forming a small cluster. The band on the far stage struck up a new tune, a cheerful waltz, and couples began to move onto the dance floor.
Subaru drummed his fingers on the tablecloth. He glanced at his friends. "If any of you want to dance, don't let me stop you."
Garfiel immediately shook his head, cheeks slightly red. "Ain't much for fancy steppin', Cap'n."
Otto coughed, adjusting his collar. "I'd trip on my own feet, likely."
Rem folded her hands, smiling quietly at Subaru. Petra piped up, "I'm fine sitting here, Subaru-sama."
Ram sighed dramatically. "So pitiful. None of you are dancing." Yet she did not leave, either. She stayed put, glancing occasionally at Subaru, as if keeping watch.
Subaru gazed out onto the dance floor, where Julius and Emilia were inevitably pulled into a waltz by the enthusiastic crowd. They moved gracefully, though it was obvious they had done this many times in practice, especially for the wedding's sake. They smiled, exchanging soft words. It was a scene of unclouded happiness.
The pang returned in Subaru's heart, but he found it slightly more bearable to watch now. He knew it would still hurt for a long time, but at least he had reaffirmed his place in the world—he wasn't cast aside or unloved. There were people who cherished him, and maybe, just maybe, he'd learn to cherish himself again without Emilia at the center of all his hopes.
—A few hours later—
As the reception drew on, guests began mingling freely. Toasts were made. Gifts were exchanged. The mood was decidedly jubilant. Subaru ended up speaking briefly with Felt, who teased him about his "useless face," but also gave a somewhat gentle pat on his shoulder, telling him to keep living life. Anastasia winked at him, dropping vague allusions that her merchant networks were always open should Subaru need a change of pace or a "profitable heartbreak solution." Crusch offered quiet condolences and encouragement, reminding Subaru that in time, he'd find his own path.
Bit by bit, Subaru managed small talk. He even allowed himself a slice of the elaborate wedding cake. It was quite good, though the sweetness underscored the bitter swirl in his chest.
Eventually, Julius made an announcement that the official festivities were winding down, but the castle would remain open for anyone wishing to celebrate longer. The newlyweds offered their final thanks to the entire crowd, promising that tomorrow, official duties would commence as normal. Everyone laughed good-naturedly, a glimmer of relief washing through the hall.
—Late night—
Darkness consumed the sky outside, except for the radiant glow of stars flickering in the absence of the sun. The moon was still bright, but the deeper hours lent the stars more boldness, letting them shine alongside their luminous companion.
Subaru made his way alone through the castle corridors, leaving his friends behind in the ballroom. He needed fresh air again, though this time not in an attempt to flee, but simply to breathe.
He climbed up a winding staircase, one leading to the castle's eastern turret, a place he'd visited only a few times. This tower was known for its panoramic view of the capital. By day, one could see the city's bustle; by night, one could see the tapestry of flickering lights down below.
He stepped onto the tower's small balcony. The night wind brushed against his face. Looking over the ledge, he saw the city of Lugunica still partially awake—stragglers from the wedding feast meandering about, a few taverns open, quiet laughter echoing in distant streets. Overhead, the sky was bright with countless stars.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the presence behind him until a soft voice called out.
"Nii-sama?"
Subaru turned abruptly, eyes widening. It was none other than Rem. She rarely used that affectionate term, but on occasion, she did—especially in emotional moments. She approached quietly, her blue hair catching the silver moonlight, eyes shining with concern.
"Rem, hey," he said softly. "Thought you'd be with everyone else."
She clasped her hands together. "They're still finishing up some final celebrations. But I noticed you slip away."
He turned back to the view, letting silence wash over them for a few beats. Then he asked, "Do you need something?"
She shook her head, stepping up beside him at the balcony's edge. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't alone."
Her expression was calm, yet caring. She rested her forearms on the stone ledge, peering out at the city lights.
"Subaru-kun… all these years, you've carried so much on your shoulders," she began, voice almost a whisper. "I didn't fully understand it until I lost my memories, and you… well, you dedicated yourself to helping me remember."
She turned slightly, gazing into his profile. "Ever since then, I realized how far you were willing to go for someone you care about. Emilia-sama was blessed to have your devotion."
His lips formed a sad smile. "Guess it wasn't enough to secure her heart, huh?"
Rem's eyes cast downward. "Love is not always about who works the hardest, I think. Sometimes it's about the intangible connections people form—ones we cannot fully see or measure."
Subaru nodded faintly, feeling the breeze ruffle his hair.
Rem was silent for a moment, then she gently placed a hand on his, a supportive gesture. "You don't have to hide your sadness, Subaru-kun. I'm here to share it with you."
A strangled sound left his throat, tears threatening once more. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Rem's hand steady him.
"Thanks," he croaked, voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry I can't be more… cheerful or normal right now."
She shook her head, stepping closer. "No apologies. Just… be yourself. That's all I ask."
He exhaled, leaning slightly on the balcony. Overhead, a gentle breeze blew a wisp of Rem's hair across her cheek. The night was tranquil. He felt, for the first time that day, a small bud of hope blossoming in the dark corners of his heart.
The star of the night sky was lonely, but not truly alone. Other stars scattered across the tapestry, forging subtle patterns. Even if the star was overshadowed by the brilliance of the moon, it still glimmered for those who took the time to look.
—Meanwhile, beyond the castle walls—
In a quieter district at the city's edge, an old astronomer set up his telescope on a rooftop. He'd been hoping to catch a once-in-a-lifetime view of a rare meteor shower rumored to happen around the same time as the Queen's wedding. Yet the meteor shower never arrived. He sighed, glancing at the sky.
Still, as he scanned the heavens, he saw one particular star, shining faintly but unwaveringly. It flickered with an uneven brilliance, as if determined to prove its presence. The astronomer smiled wryly, tipping his hat.
"You're out there, shining all alone," he murmured to that star. "I wonder… if you'll find solace among your peers one day."
He turned the lens of the telescope, noticing that star was part of a subtle constellation forming a shape not many recognized. By chance, the star next to it sparkled similarly in a faint twinkle, forming a pair. The astronomer's brows rose in surprise—he'd never documented that synergy before. Slowly, a small grin formed on his face.
—Back in the eastern turret—
Rem parted her lips, letting out a soft yawn, which she covered with a delicate hand. Subaru turned, blinking.
"You tired?" he asked kindly.
She shook her head. "Just a bit. But I'm alright. What about you?"
He rubbed his stiff neck, recalling the sleepless night before. "I am… exhausted."
Beatrice had once told him rest was needed to heal heartbreak, along with time, but he'd never quite believed it. Now, the day's emotional toll pressed down on him like an avalanche. His mind screamed for a bed, or at least some quiet corner to collapse in.
Rem noted the fatigue etched on his features. "Let's head inside. It's getting chilly, too."
He glanced once more at the stars overhead, then nodded. "Yeah… that sounds good."
Together, they walked back down the spiral steps. The corridors were quieter now, the grand festivities slowing. Many guests had already left, the rest lodging in the castle for the night. A few knights on duty bowed courteously as Subaru and Rem passed, then continued their watch.
Eventually, they reached a hallway where guest rooms lined both sides. Rem paused at a door. "You can take this room if you'd like, Subaru-kun. It's close to mine, and Beatrice's is right next door."
Subaru studied the door, nodding. He'd half expected to be forced back to his old room in the far tower—where so many memories of Emilia lingered. But apparently, Ram had the foresight to arrange an alternative.
"That's… that's probably best. I'd rather not see my old room right now."
Rem bowed her head slightly. "I'll check in on you in the morning, if that's alright."
He gave a small, grateful grin. "That'd be nice, Rem. Thank you for… well, everything."
Her cheeks tinted softly. "Of course. Please rest well, Subaru-kun."
They parted ways, Rem heading to her own quarters while Subaru stepped into the candlelit room. It was modest by castle standards but still luxurious compared to typical inns. A four-poster bed draped with gold-trimmed curtains, a wooden dresser, a plush chair near the window. Two candles flickered on the nightstand.
Subaru closed the door behind him, letting out a slow breath. He peeled off his formal suit jacket, carefully hung it over the chair, and loosened the tie around his neck. Gingerly, he sank onto the edge of the bed, feeling every muscle relax.
He thought he'd cry again, but no tears came—only a numb ache. This day had twisted him in knots, but ironically ended in a calmer acceptance. Though it didn't fix his heartbreak, maybe it was a step toward healing.
He remembered the star, so lonely in the night, shining nonetheless.
"Tomorrow," he whispered, leaning back onto the soft mattress, "I'll figure out tomorrow."
He blew out the candles and lay in the darkness, the faint moonlight from the window enough to ease him into the threshold of slumber. At long last, he closed his eyes, sinking into the first peaceful sleep he'd had in what felt like ages.
—Midnight settled quietly over Lugunica—
Somewhere in the castle, the new King and Queen shared a private toast to their union, exchanging soft words about the bright future they'd create. Meanwhile, scattered across the castle halls, pockets of faithful companions, new and old, eventually found their respective rooms to sleep as well.
Outside, the lonely star twinkled in the sky. It wasn't alone, not truly. Other stars remained at a distance, but they sparkled in quiet harmony. Tomorrow, the sun would rise, washing the heavens in new light. But the star's presence wouldn't vanish; it simply awaited another night, waiting to shimmer once more.
And in time, perhaps it would be recognized for its own steadfast brilliance.