The first light of dawn stretched across the city, bathing the streets in soft gold. Cherry blossom petals drifted lazily from the trees, a delicate reminder of fleeting beauty and enduring moments. Kyuroto Mitsuyo walked beside Wixing Yixia, their hands entwined, hearts beating in quiet harmony.
For the first time, Kyuroto felt a calm so complete it almost startled him. He had spent lifetimes threading probabilities, bending realities, and mastering infinities—but now, his thoughts were singular, focused solely on the woman beside him.
I will love her like I did my parents… fully, without hesitation. No strategy. No calculations. Just her.
Wixing Yixia looked up at him, her eyes bright, warm, and unwavering. "Kyuroto… are you really smiling at me?" she asked softly.
He smiled faintly, a rare, human expression that seemed almost foreign to him. "For the first time, Yixia… I am living, not calculating. And for you… I will remain like this forever."
She laughed gently, her hand resting on his chest. "I feel safe with you… truly safe."
Kyuroto's heart tightened. No longer the Whisper of Infinity, no longer just the heir of a clan… I am just Kyuroto Mitsuyo, with her.
The city around them remained unaware of the layers of reality that existed, the countless threads he had woven, or the invisible threats that still lingered in the shadows. And that was exactly how he wanted it.
Above, unseen, the stranger who had been observing them all this time froze. Even he could not pierce the lattice of love and determination Kyuroto had now created. The Mitsuyo heir… has reached a new state. Not just power, but heart… unpredictable, unmeasurable, unstoppable.
Kyuroto tilted his head, looking at Wixing Yixia's gentle smile. "Yixia… will you marry me?"
Her eyes widened, tears glimmering in the morning light. "Yes… Kyuroto. Yes, I will."
A quiet wind blew, carrying petals around them like a gentle embrace. Kyuroto felt something he had never truly experienced before: absolute certainty. Not in probability, not in strategy, not in control—but in love.
No longer only a strategist. No longer only a shadow emperor. he thought. I am with her. And I will protect her. Always.
For the first time, the Whisper of Infinity allowed himself to be fully human. And yet, even in this human moment, his presence bent the threads of reality subtly, effortlessly. Time, space, and probability all bowed lightly around him—not as a display of power, but as a quiet testament to what he had become: complete, balanced, and devoted.
The city awakened around them, yet in that small corner of existence, Kyuroto Mitsuyo and Wixing Yixia were untouchable. Not because of armies or omnipotence, but because of a force far greater than any framework: love.
And somewhere, beyond the veils of reality, the unseen grandfather of Kyuroto Mitsuyo observed silently, approving. Not a word. Not an action. Just the calm acknowledgment that the legacy of the Mitsuyo Clan now included not only shadows and strategy but a human heart capable of infinite devotion.
Kyuroto held Wixing Yixia's hands tightly, feeling her warmth, hearing her heartbeat. From this day forward… no probabilities, no threads, no shadows. Only us.
And so, the seventh volume of Veil of Infinity concludes: Kyuroto Mitsuyo, the Whisper of Infinity, the heir of a legendary clan, and the man who could bend realities… chooses love over calculation.
The threads of destiny continue, infinite and unbroken, but for now, they are woven together—perfectly, eternally, and in complete harmony.