Villain: After I died, all the heroines cried themselves to sleep.

The incessant explosions shattered the peace of the past.

Chaos and disorder have become the dominant theme of the world.

Fiora closed herself off, broke away from the main group, and wandered aimlessly through the familiar yet unfamiliar streets.

She spent most of her life in an orphanage under the Truth Cult.

He later entered the Royal Academy and spent his time there.

Until that person suddenly barged into her world.

He led me through every corner of the city.

Occasionally, Iraq would be brought along as a guide.

It left behind countless precious memories.

"Rogge..."

Fiora felt the heart-wrenching pain once again.

A maniacal, unrestrained laugh was mixed with pitiful cries.

She saw a hideous and grotesque alien race wreaking havoc.

I witnessed the brutal killing of ordinary people.

I witnessed the battle between the Imperial Guard and the alien race.

They witnessed infighting and mutual slaughter between different races.

Is this the world he wanted?

Fiora remembered the wicked smile that person always had on their lips.

He led her through the streets and alleys, perhaps to let her experience the beauty of it all, and then cruelly destroyed it like this.

The Fiora's eyes completely lost their light.

If finding oneself is such a painful thing.

She would rather abandon herself and become a pure Holy Swordswoman.

then.

She heard the world's call.

……

The angel's pillar of light gradually faded away.

A messenger from heaven descends in response to the world's call.

The holy wings of angels radiate boundless brilliance, the crown of the holy king made of thorns proclaims the might of heaven, and the eternal and immortal holy sword is raised high, as if to punish the sins of mankind on behalf of heaven.

"It really was you..."

Rogge gazed at the Holy Race Sword Maiden before him.

In her predetermined destiny, the Holy Sword Maiden, as the destined heroine, always descends in this way, mercilessly slaughtering all the alien subordinates around Rogge.

"I will protect the world and bring divine punishment upon you."

The Holy Clan Sword Maiden said expressionlessly.

Now look at the Pope behind Fiora.

Taking advantage of the Holy Sword Maiden blocking Rogge's way, he calmly retreated to the deeper sanctuary of the Church of Truth under the protection of the Temple Knights.

How could Roger possibly let the other party leave so easily?

He had already realized that the Pope had a reason for not being able to act.

So now is the best time to deal with him.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

Rogge suddenly shook the phoenix wings behind him, and instantly transformed into a streak of light to chase after it.

Just as he was about to catch up, a beam of light shot out from behind him, arriving first and blocking his path.

Clang!

The Fiora unleashed her holy sword, forcing Rogue back.

Although Fiora is currently only a level seven superhuman, with the blessing of the Holy Sword, she possesses the power to fight against a level eight superhuman.

"Sword Princess, I have already said at the trial that the truth has blinded the world. Only by destroying the truth in the hands of the Pope will the true world be revealed."

Rogge tried to persuade the Sword Maiden.

His answer was the Divine Punishment Sword in the Sword Maiden's hand.

hum-

A terrifying aurora burst forth, like a celestial river overturning, crashing down on Rogge like a tidal wave.

Rogge had no choice but to cross his two swords, unleashing a raging sea of ​​flames that collided fiercely with the Aurora River.

Boom!!!

Flames soared into the sky, and the aurora borealis shone brightly.

The terrifying impact spread in all directions, and the earth below, unable to bear the weight, collapsed and sank layer by layer.

Swah——

The sword of aurora crisscrosses the sky.

The Sword Maiden unleashed flawless swordsmanship, transforming into a sky full of sword light, mercilessly slashing towards Rogue.

Rogue drew both his black and red swords, relying on his solid fundamental skills to skillfully deflect every sword strike from the Sword Maiden.

Sometimes, a flash of inspiration will strike, unleashing a divine attack that repels the Fiora.

Clang!

Rogge deflected the holy sword with one strike, then used the blade of his other sword to send the swordswoman flying.

Now that he no longer needs to hide his identity, with Rogge going all out, even without Winning's persuasive skills, his swordsmanship can easily surpass Sword Princess's.

Not to mention that he had already thoroughly mastered the swordsmanship of the Fiora.

"Sword Maiden, I'm serious. History has been distorted by the Church of Truth. The Sinners and the Holy Races are both human; Truth is the true alien race, our common enemy. Believe me, okay?"

"..."

Fiora's eyes were cold.

She remained unmoved and kept her sword raised.

Like a ruthless killing machine.

However, having spent many years with her, Roger had long seen through everything.

"Don't play dumb. Do you think I can't see through you?"

"..."

"What will it take for you to believe what I'm saying?"

"I don't believe it."

Fiora finally spoke, no longer feigning indifference and remaining silent.

I don't believe anything you say.

She looked up and stared intently at Roger.

"I ask you, was everything we experienced in the past all an illusion?"

Despite her efforts to remain calm and indifferent, she ultimately could not suppress the turmoil within her, and her voice trembled slightly.

You could clearly feel her inner pain and struggle.

She desperately needed an answer.

"Did you deliberately approach me because I'm the Holy Race Sword Maiden?"

"certainly……"

of course not.

Roger almost blurted it out.

However, the words just wouldn't come out.

Because that's the truth.

From the very beginning, he approached the Sword Maiden with impure motives, wanting to probe the true nature of the Holy Race.

Even the initial approach to Princess Lingsa was due to a system mission.

There is also the Society for Research on the History of Other Races, which was established in order to find the Demon Sword of Sin.

Rogge cannot deny this.

Should I deceive Fiora to make her believe me?

He can't.

Not answering is itself an answer.

"As expected, it was all a lie..."

The Fiora lowered her head and murmured softly.

Endless sorrow and despair filled her heart.

The intense pain that followed made her want to pack them into a box, lock it tightly, and bury them deep in her heart.

When she looked up again, the wavering in her heart had vanished.

All that remains is absolute ruthlessness and rationality.

She gripped the holy sword tightly, aiming it at Rogge.

"well……"

Roger sighed helplessly.

So he could only comply with the Pope's wishes and engage in a love-hate relationship with the Sword Maiden, fighting to the death.

No.

There's no need for that.

"It seems you've made up your mind. In that case, let's have one last showdown here."

Rogge put down his sword and walked towards the Sword Maiden on his own.

Fiora didn't seem to understand Rogue's actions either, and instinctively chose to wait and see.

One step...two steps...

Rogge slowly walked up to the Sword Maiden.

The swordswoman immediately and warily aimed her sword at Rogue, preventing him from advancing any further.

Rogge stood there, facing the Sword Maiden.

"But this time, we won't compete in swordsmanship."

Rogge reached out and grasped the holy sword in front of him.

The sharp holy sword instantly cut his hand, and blood flowed down the blade.

He didn't care at all, and directly pulled the holy sword, pointing the tip at his own chest.

"We opened our hearts to each other."

Rogge smiled slightly at the Sword Maiden.

He took a step forward.

Chi.

The sword tip pierced Rogge's chest.

The Fiora's hand holding the holy sword trembled violently.

Roger felt a sharp pain in his chest, but he did not stop.

After all, it's not the first time I've been stabbed in the heart; I can just bear it and it will pass.

My silence just now wasn't an admission, but rather because I didn't know how to answer.

Rogge took another step forward.

This time, Fiora took a half step back.

"Therefore, I can only show you my feelings through my actions."

Rogge went further ahead.

The holy sword was half-submerged in his chest, piercing his heart.

"what……"

The Fiora let out a mournful cry.

Her body trembled uncontrollably; the horrific state of Roger before her was like a giant hammer, relentlessly pounding against her closed heart.

The coldness on his face could no longer be maintained.

"That's... the end."

Rogge took the final step.

His chest was completely pierced by the holy sword, and he successfully got close to the sword maiden.

Needless to say.

Rogge opened his arms, softly called out the Sword Maiden's real name, and embraced her in his arms.

That's my answer.

"..."

The holy sword vanished as specks of light.

The Fiora's empty eyes regained their former radiance.

The Holy Sword Maiden has disappeared.

It was as if all power had been lost.

At that moment, she was just a girl full of weakness and helplessness.

Tears kept sliding down my cheeks.

"I can't tell, I really can't tell... Is what you're saying true or false...?"

Long-suppressed emotions suddenly erupted from the bottom of my heart.

The Fiora pursed her lips and sobbed silently.

If you can't tell the difference, then don't try to tell it.

Rogge gently stroked the swordswoman's hair.

"This will all be over soon, and the truth will come to light naturally."

"...You owe me a request."

"……yes."

"Will you die? Don't lie."

Fiora reached out and touched the penetrating wound in Rogue's chest.

It seemed to be asking whether the wound would be fatal, or perhaps asking something else entirely.

And Roger, of course, wouldn't lie.

No, it won't.

"...Do you love me? Or do you love the other race more?"

"...You can only ask one question at a time, so let's talk about it next time you beat me."

The final battle.

Rogge still won.

……

Thanks to Fiora's interception, the Pope has already entered the deepest sanctuary of the Truth Church.

Rogge rushed as fast as he could, but unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

He rushed into the sanctuary and found the bodies of the Templar Knights lined up on both sides of the road.

The corpses knelt on one knee, raised their heads, and held their hands high.

It was as if they were offering a tribute to some great being.

When Rogge entered the sanctuary, he saw the Pope standing alone in the center of the circular square.

"So, they've finally arrived, remnants of the sinful race."

The Pope calmly observed Rogge.

"It seems that the Holy Race's Sword Maiden is nothing special, only able to delay for such a short time."

"That's enough, enough to let you escape here."

Rogge's gaze was cold.

The Sword Maiden's holy sword seems to have a special effect on the Sinner race; the penetrating wound in her chest is more serious than Rogge had anticipated.

Fortunately, his talent did not originate from the sinful blood. The phoenix's rebirth fire and the fairy's endless life force could still work to repair his heart.

"Escape? I don't need to escape."

The Pope shook his head, then gave a kind smile.

"But my power originates from the truth, and if I use it, it will expose the essence of the truth, allowing the lowly human race to glimpse the truth, which is absolutely unacceptable."

"Now that I'm here, I can finally unleash my full potential."

"Let me show you what truth truly is!"

The Book of Truth shone with divine light, transforming into a bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

Under the moonlight, Sariel shed his papal disguise.

It reveals its true nature.