Volume 3 Epilogue: And So, the Days Go On
Volume 3 Epilogue: And So, the Days Go On
Morning in the future world was quiet.
Especially today—no wind, a clear blue sky, and the sun lazily pouring its light over the city.
Inside the house, Rafaela stood in the kitchen, reheating milk, then returned to the living room with a gentle smile.
“They’re still asleep, those two.”
“Noah and Mireille?” Oliver looked up from the sofa.
“Yes. They got too excited at yesterday’s hero show.
And Mireille kept saying, ‘Uncle Emil is so cool!’—so Noah was sulking a little.”
“…That’s going to be trouble when they grow up.”
Rafaela chuckled softly and handed him the warm cup.
“Still, isn’t it nice?
If mornings like this could just keep going.”
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On the dining table were the Sylvamia Family dolls that Mireille had left out.
Among them was a hand-drawn miniature of “Enma Oliver.”
It had been placed by Noah inside a toy “Enma Bulldozer,” sentencing the damned from atop his vehicle.
“What on earth is this…?”
“She calls it ‘Boom-Boom Court of Justice.’
Pretty sure it ends with an explosion.”
“…I’m not even going to comment.”
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The front-door lock clicked open, and Zeus and Hera stepped in side by side.
“Hey, we heard there’s fresh-baked bread around here.”
“It’s Mother who wanted some. Don’t get the wrong idea, Father.”
“…Father-in-law, your face is totally smirking,” Rafaela teased.
Hera lifted a finger, dead serious.
“I am not smirking!
Anyway, Hera and I already talked about this—but tomorrow two twins, Apollo and Artemis, will visit.
Back in the Old Testament era, we used a surrogate-type AI named Leto to bear them.
They carry both my and Hera’s genes—your brother and sister, Oliver. Be good to them. They’re only about 400 years old.”
Oliver’s jaw dropped. His mind froze. He slumped back on the sofa, blinking in disbelief.
His first response was:
“…So I’ve got a little brother and sister who are three hundred seventy years younger than me? You’ve got to be kidding.”
Zeus grinned. Rafaela nearly spit out her drink trying not to laugh.
“The other way around, Oliver.
Did you really think I could turn into a quail that convincingly?”
At that, Hera and Rafaela burst into tears of laughter.
Somewhere in the house, the Boom-Boom Court of Justice erupted again with a loud boom.
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That day, Oliver sat in his study and began writing a small record.
He hadn’t given it a title yet.
It was simply a quiet attempt to put into words the memories of the family he had found in the future,
and the family he had brought back from the past.
The story wasn’t over yet.
But for now, he set down his pen—and looked out the window.
The sky was endlessly blue.
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(The Adventures of Oliver Jones, Vol. 3 — End)
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