The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 660: Five Morning Light

There were many things left to discover—not just in New Gehran, but across the entirety of Ravah. However, those were matters that couldn’t be resolved all at once. They were things to be gathered slowly, one by one, tucked away like keepsakes in their pockets.

And right now, it was not the time to take those out of their pockets.

"Atlas!"

The moment Atlas stepped out of the SUV upon arriving in Five District, Lola’s voice reached his ears. When he turned, all he saw was Lola leaping toward him.

In the blink of an eye, she landed in his arms.

A subtle smile curved his lips as he wrapped his arms around her, resting the side of his head against hers.

"Had fun?" he murmured near her ear, prompting her to pull her head back.

Slowly, Lola’s mouth stretched into a wider grin as she shrugged. "You told me to go crazy, but I didn’t even go all out."

"Huh." He tilted his head slightly, studying her with quiet satisfaction.

Lola didn’t look injured, and that was all that mattered.

As she stepped back to stand beside him, both of them took in the sight of the people now occupying the district.

Like them, some rushed into the arms of their loved ones, tears streaming down their faces, hearts overflowing with gratitude. Others reunited with cheers—joyful, emotional, and raw.

The once-abandoned district was now filled with people from all walks of life.

Watching the scene unfold beside Atlas, Lola’s eyes softened. He glanced at her profile and allowed himself a faint smile.

"Atlas," she murmured, lips pressing together before she turned to face him fully. "I didn’t want to get involved in their affairs."

And that was the truth.

If Lola could go back, she would have made a completely different choice. She was never the type to save an entire nation. She wasn’t a hero, and she preferred it that way.

"But..." she trailed off, shoulders loosening as she tilted her head. "...I’m glad everything turned out the way it did."

Because if she had focused solely on their mission—if everything had gone smoothly—she wouldn’t be witnessing this.

Sure, Five District now resembled a refugee camp under strict military supervision.

But at the same time, the people looked exactly like what hope was supposed to look like. Despite the uncertainty of tomorrow, no one appeared helpless anymore. They were dirty, exhausted, haggard—but their eyes, every single pair of them, were no longer empty.

Because now, they could hope for a better tomorrow.

And of all people, Lola understood what it felt like to hit rock bottom—and then suddenly find a reason to look forward to the next waking moment.

A better tomorrow.

Her brows twitched when she felt his hand close around hers. Lola turned to see Atlas watching her, admiring her even like this, with stray hairs escaping her ponytail, dirt smudged across her face, and dried sweat clinging to her skin.

Atlas said nothing. He simply held her hand and looked at her.

He didn’t need to speak.

Lola squeezed his hand in return, nodding as if she understood everything he hadn’t said. At that moment, something bright flared at the edge of her vision. She squinted, then slowly turned.

"Oh..." Her lips formed a small o as she looked toward the source of the light.

Atlas followed her gaze, only to see the sun finally cresting over the horizon.

"It’s morning already?" she whispered, surprised. She hadn’t realized the sky had been growing brighter.

After everything they had endured throughout the night, it was easy to lose track of time. There had been far more to worry about on the ground than in the sky.

As the morning sun pooled over the district, people paused and looked up. Like Lola, the sudden warmth made them stop, made them notice.

"Atlas, do you know why this place is called Five District?" she murmured, closing her eyes as the soft morning rays brushed her cheek. "It’s because of the story of Five Morning Light."

Slowly, she opened her eyes again. "Once, a very long time ago, an expedition ship was stranded after being swept away by a terrible storm. As they drifted past small, empty lands, one of the sailors noticed something strange."

"Every morning," she continued, recalling the tale, "when the sun rose, something would flash from the same direction, at the same time. After seeing it for the fourth time, he finally decided to swim out and find the source."

"And that’s how he found this place," she said with a quiet chuckle. "A barren land—nothing like what he expected. He thought he had risked everything for nothing... until the sun rose again."

She paused, turning to Atlas. "They say that on the fifth morning, the light that touched him gave him a reason to smile. For some reason, the sun didn’t look blinding. It just looked... beautiful. So he called the place Five Morning Light."

"The place where the sun reaches first in all of Ravah," she added knowingly before lifting her gaze again. "I always thought it was an exaggeration. But I guess... the sun really does look best from here."

Atlas remained silent, listening intently. He stared at the rising sun as the district around them grew quiet. Because, like them, everyone else was transfixed by the first true light spreading across Ravah.

Some covered their mouths as tears spilled freely from their eyes. Others clung to one another, their embraces trembling with emotion. A few simply stared upward with softened eyes. There were even those who collapsed to their knees.

"We are..." one man murmured, biting down on his lip as he fought back tears until his face twisted and a sob escaped. "...we are free!"

That cry rippled everywhere. People turned toward him, crying openly now. Even the non-residents watched with gentle smiles as the words echoed again and again.

Up on the counter of the Long Bar, Haji—still recuperating—smiled faintly as he listened to the chorus of sobs and whispers. He glanced to his side and saw Himari standing beside him near the broken entrance, watching the scene with a soft smile.

He squeezed her wrinkled hand to get her attention. She turned to her grandson, who lay atop the counter, and smiled back.

"Good morning," Himari’s eyes softening. "Hajime."

Outside the bar, Billionaire and Tomie paused in their work at the command tent. Everyone was in the streets now. Even those who had taken shelter indoors were peering out through windows.

"Haha..." Tomie grabbed Billionaire’s shoulder and gave it a shake. "What a beautiful morning."

"Heh." Billionaire smiled, but when he looked at his father, his expression twisted. Tomie was holding back tears so hard that he looked ridiculous. "Dad, just cry already. You look like you’re about to turn into a monster if you don’t."

Awkwardly, Billionaire patted his father’s back. "There, there."

Lola and Atlas watched the people around them—people wholly absorbed by the morning. As sobs broke out and voices repeated "we are free," Lola’s smile only widened.

"I’ll take care of them." Suddenly, Atlas’s quiet voice reached her ears.

Her brows lifted in surprise as she turned toward him. He was still watching the scene, and when she thought he would leave it at that—as he often did—he added,

"You make me want to take care of them." Atlas met her gaze and smiled—not broadly, but with unmistakable relief. "And for the first time, I’m glad I took over the Order."