The interregnum is finally over.

After a season of turmoil, Emily Kaldwin the First ascended to the throne today. Almost all nobles in Gristol attended the ceremony. I was honored to stand at the side of my new Empress, giving her advice whenever necessary.

The life of an Empress is tricky, full of responsibility and peril. It's not Emily's choice to be the daughter of an Empress. At her age, she has much still to learn, and she acknowledges it as well, but I'm certain she'll rise to the challenge, as long as she stay good-hearted.

The names of every Loyalist still alive are cleared. Piero and Sokolov have decided to work together at the Academy from now on. According to them, the formula of an effective cure cheap enough for mass production is almost complete. The season of rats and plague will soon be nothing more than a passing shadow on Emily's early memories.

Callista has officially become Emily's caretaker. She is the closest one to be the mother figure to our young Empress, who needs a female role model to learn from.

A large-scale resettle plan is announced. Abandoned districts are to be sterilized, cleared and rebuilt. It's going to take decades, but there are always good people willing to help Dunwall pull itself up. Without long, the Hound Pits may be operable again. Cecelia has expressed interest in becoming the owner and manager of the bar, just like Samuel. He is accepted to be a sailor in the Navy for the time being, but I guess after his retirement he will join Cecelia. I can't wait to see the day cheers and laughter can be heard at Hound Pits.

As for me, I'll continue to be Royal Protector, guiding Emily, and protecting her from those who seek to exploit her or cause her harm, even decades later when my hair turns white, until the day I pass from this world.

Because she's more to me than Empress.