[Fafnir] "Do you wish to revive her?" Should he have refused to listen to that voice? In his desperate grief, he had vowed to do anything if only he could turn back time. [Fafnir] "I can revive her." At those words, hope bloomed within him. Revive her? She can be brought back? How? When he asked how, a clear, ringing voice answered him. [Fafnir] "Spill the blood of a million humans upon this earth." Was it a demon's whisper? Guiscard stared into space, his mind blank. [Fafnir

The funeral concluded with her body laid to rest. Only after forcing every person present to kiss her cold hand did Guiscard finally dismiss them. His immediate priority was preserving her body. No matter how thoroughly he chilled her with ice, her skin began to darken. No. She must not decay. Dianna must stay as she is. Death will not change a single thing. He desperately sought a way to preserve her remains. Ultimately, he summoned Adelheit Blake, founder of the Mage Tower,

Revius had been his brother-in-arms, a friend forged in the crucible of his mercenary days. They had survived life and death together. Without him, Guiscard would never have claimed the crown. Yet he impassively drove the blade deeper into his friend’s chest and twisted it. Revius met his gaze and stared into cold, callous eyes. [Revius] "You... k-kgh!" Revius opened his bloodshot eyes wide and clawed at the air, desperate to speak. Listening would change nothing. Blood spatt

Dianna isolated herself. The people of Lodbrog despised the arrogant, pretentious Panborough nobility. The queen, a haughty survivor of that ruined kingdom, made no effort to embrace her new subjects. Revius often grumbled about her stupidity. Though he assisted her on Guiscard's orders, Dianna squandered every opportunity given to her. Saruvia Levian also made subtle remarks. She claimed the queen harbored affection only for Panborough, clung strictly to her own people, and

On that day, Dianna had finally found the key to his shackles in her father's desk drawer. She still remembered the cool weight of it, a smooth sphere carved with intricate magical runes. How she had rejoiced when she found it. Yet despite her excitement, that was the first day Guiscard ever got drunk. Where he had stolen the liquor, she never knew. [Guiscard] "Foolish..." He wrapped his arms around his frail shoulders, slurring incomprehensibly as he gulped down the harsh sp

Guiscard sobbed, yet his eyes remained hollow. Even an undead's gaze couldn't look so lifeless. Wait...! Dianna met those abyssal violet orbs and tumbled into his past once more. As if his pupils were a gateway, she plunged into his childhood. She already knew the life he had endured. The Guiscard before her then and the Guiscard of today were the same man. Yet hearing of his past was entirely different from witnessing it. The reality unfolding before her was wretched beyond

Her mind went blank. Guiscard watched her anxiously, like a child who had committed a grave misdeed. Cold sweat slicked her palms as her heart pounded violently against her ribs. [Dianna] "Did you... save me?" [Guiscard] "Y-yes..." [Dianna] "How?" He offered her a cautious glance and spoke in a low voice. [Guiscard] "I killed them all." [Dianna] "..." [Guiscard] "If I kill them all, it works." [Dianna] "Are you saying those undead are the people you slaughtered?" He nodded li

Guiscard stared into the mirror. Long hair, gaunt cheekbones, vacant eyes, and a deep scar over one eye stared back. Traces of his former beauty lingered only on the unmarred half of his face. [Fafnir] "What do you wish to do?" Fafnir materialized within the glass. Guiscard stared back blankly as she narrowed her eyes and scanned his features. He was far from sane. Sanity was impossible. Acquiring the power to turn back time had shattered his mind and destroyed his reason. A

Dianna locked eyes with Guiscard. Neither wanted to hate the other, nor did they wish to cast blame. The truth. Only the truth mattered, and she needed to hear it directly from his lips. She calmly spoke of her past. Just as Guiscard had once shared his own history. He studied her face. Recounting one's tragic past so openly, and listening as the person who might have been the perpetrator… What must it feel like to know you wronged your beloved in another life? Revealing her

Her mind went cold and still. Dianna clenched her fists, barely forcing the words past her throat. [Dianna] "How did you know?" [Guiscard] "I had dreams from the moment I locked eyes with that bastard. After I was drenched in blood, they became even more vivid." [Dianna] "..." [Guiscard] "Yes, a bizarre dream. I was him, and you were Dianna Brienne." [Dianna] "..." [Guiscard] "Just as you described, a foolish girl at that age." She looked up at the man pinning her down. A suf

What does it mean? Dianna shook her head in disbelief. [Taras] "Dianna. You don't know the state of the world after your death." [Dianna] "..." [Taras] "What do you think happened once you died? What sort of catastrophe do you think the dragon's malevolent vitality wrought?" [Dianna] "Even if I died, the world would have remained unchanged." She shook her head, clinging to her conviction. Her demise couldn't have altered anything. Levian would have married Guiscard and borne

A dream took hold of him. Guiscard watched fragmented memories churn before his eyes. What began as mere glimpses grew horrifyingly vivid, pulling him into sync with the bastard's emotions. A mere slave harbored feelings he had no right to possess. The bright, innocent smile of a young girl receiving delicate flowers filled him with sudden loathing, sparking a desire to trample her underfoot. Guiscard recognized these memories now. They belonged to him. They were his memories