He gained the power to rewrite the world.
He fulfilled all her ideals.
Seven witches, seven factors, four hundred years of chess game - some died, some fell asleep, and some turned into the cold prophecy of every line on the page.
Beatrice has been waiting for four hundred years, not knowing who she is waiting for.
Roswaal has been guarding it for four hundred years, not knowing what he is guarding.
And he was standing in the center of the chessboard, having everything, but not recognizing the face in the mirror.
Natsuki Subaru finally began to think about a question:
Who am I?
The truths of those four hundred years ago were seeping out bit by bit from the dreams he couldn't remember.
Goudan and Iron Pillar [laughing and crying]