AN: Honestly, the idea had been to wait on the LN's endings. Then I forgot about this, gave it a quick once-over a couple of times over the years, thought 'Eh, this looks pretty much finished already' and never bothered putting the word 'Epilogue' on it. Seeing how this is 6 years old, I'm just going to be brief with this. So, it ain't the best thing ever possible, but it's a good way of letting readers know 'This ain't getting anything more.'
And when they shall ask, 'Who is the Necromancer that we are all terrified of', then the answer shall be one only. "Shadenight123".
Epilogue.
One could have argued that power wasn't meant to make right or wrong. Then again, that wasn't true for medieval societies, and it also wasn't true for modern societies. Power had simply shifted hands. It wasn't militarily that one accrued power in 'civilized' times, but with wealth.
Because if wealth got you the best lawyers, the best education, the best chances at being in a position of power, then by all definitions of the term, it became the new form and shape of power.
The fact that gold had a certain standard value, and magic was still apparently viable in a different world altogether meant very little for one Hiraga Saito and Louise Françoise de la Valliere. It meant something a bit more for the Pope and his familiar, who found themselves bereft of their entire religion's support.
Charlotte handled it well enough. Then again, she had quite a few bars of gold to trade, and with enough wealth even trifling things such as 'Identity Cards' could be forged. She had the right complexion for 'rich noble heiress from old Europe', and she fit right into the stereotype of 'Tourist' that nobody bothered her much for the years that came afterwards.
Tiffania was a bit different. Mostly because Saito had to beat up with a stick -when it wasn't a sword- those who came looking for her in the hopes of scoring the greatest Gravure Idol this side of the worlds had ever seen. The sharp ears were easy to shrug off too! Cosplay was an easy answer, and surgery to make them pointy possible, if bizarre.
Saito's return home was the one that held the greatest amount of shed tears, shock, accusations, further cries, and then things settled. They settled in well enough that, a few years later, the wedding between him and his 'European student from beyond the sea' was pretty much a fait accomplit that didn't even make it past the local news.
It was, and at the same time wasn't, the kind of ending that a 'They lived happily ever after' was made of. It did involve love, friendships slowly being mended, new family members coming into the fray, and thankfully, -truly, thankfully- there never again was a need for the Gandalfr to return to Halkeginia.
The elves, once the threat of the Void was long gone, split between following through with their promises or letting the humans die. In the end, they chose to avoid piling more corpses on the tally of the world's cruelty, and aided them. Relations between the races were frosty at first, but over time became easier and easier.
Wardes' children would never inherit the Void, and being stuck in a marriage with Eleanor ended up being punishment enough for the crimes committed, yet never discovered.
Photos would be exchanged between the Valliere family of Halkeginia and beyond, and some say that the knowledge of having become a grandmother made Karin happy enough that she actually broke into a honest smile and kept it there until the day she allowed Death to come take her away -and even then, some say Death had to say 'pretty please Karin, you're 134 years old, let's go please'.
But still, all was good.
And all lived happily.
The End.