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

Henna wandered aimlessly through the campus.

With the downfall of the Truth Cult, her role as Chief Inquisitor naturally came to an end.

The former Truth District has now become a stronghold of alien races, and with nowhere else to go, she has no choice but to return to the Royal Academy.

Looking back on the two years I served as an instructor at the academy.

It seemed to be the most relaxed and enjoyable time of her life.

He didn't have to worry about heresy trials; he could focus on nurturing his students and even gained a friend and disciple.

Unfortunately, it's gone now.

"Rogge, is this your choice? To awaken everyone with your own life and change the world."

Hena looked up at the blazing sun in the sky.

The sunlight was dazzling and blinding, making her feel somewhat ashamed of herself.

Upon closer reflection, Haina realized that almost all of her experiences over the past few years were related to Roger.

Initially, it was about hunting down Rogue, who was acting as a member of the criminals; later, it was about training Rogue, who appeared as a student.

Their faith was shaken by the other person's words, yet they found new direction through their interactions with that person.

"Thinking about it that way, I was saved by Roger!"

Without Rogge, she would most likely have been baptized by the Church of Truth and become a slave to the truth.

"But I couldn't save him."

Haina clenched her fists, her heart filled with guilt.

When she first clashed with Rogue of the Sin Clan, Rogue told her not to be deceived by falsehoods, that the world was wrong, and that he, Rogue, would change the world.

What's infuriating is that I never actually believed it.

Hena was secretly annoyed. Roger had long seen through the falsehood of the world and had told her the truth more than once, but she had never listened to him.

They even aided and abetted the perpetrators, assisting the Truth Cult in obstructing their actions.

"If only I had trusted Roger a little more, perhaps he wouldn't have met such an end..."

Haina felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Roger trusted her so much and never had any ill intentions towards her.

However, she was unable to reciprocate that trust.

She, who prides herself on being righteous, is the evil who deserves to be judged, while Rogge, who is falsely accused of being evil, is the true embodiment of great justice.

"Rogge, how can I possibly repay this kindness?"

Hina looked sad and spoke to herself as she gazed at the sun.

These days, she is tormented by intense regret, with nowhere to vent it.

If Roger were still alive, she could confide in him as she used to, repay his kindness, and let him punish her as he pleased, so that she could have peace of mind.

Unfortunately, Roger is no longer with us.

Even if Roger appeared in front of her, she didn't really know how to repay him.

After all, she has nothing now, so what can she give Roger?

"..."

Suddenly, Haina thought of something.

My thoughts began to wander, and a scene from the past came to mind.

That was a stain on her life, but now, thinking back on it, she finds it hard to forget.

Even when Rogge was imprisoned, he was still joking about it.

"Sigh... what am I even thinking about..."

Hena shook her head with a wry smile, her face slightly flushed.

Since abandoning her belief in truth, she felt her thoughts were always heading in a strange direction.

She looked up and realized that she had unknowingly arrived at the familiar training hall.

Look inside.

Rogge is not here.

The Fiora is wielding her sword alone.

……

While everyone was grieving for Roger's death.

Fiora remained expressionless.

She continued to maintain her daily routine, just as she had always done.

I practice swordsmanship in the training hall every day.

Many people cannot understand her behavior.

After all, everyone knows that Fiora's circle of friends is limited to the Alien History Research Society, and her closest and most trusted person is Rogue.

Why is she so indifferent after Rogge disappeared?

Only Fiora herself knows the truth.

She can't stop.

Because once she stops, she will never have the courage to stand up again.

She was the one who witnessed Rogge's demise firsthand.

At the end of that day, she saw Roger, separated by countless times, through the light of dawn.

Roger also saw her, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

Fiora still can't forget that scene.

It felt as if my heart was shattering along with the other person's.

Anxious.

She could only wield her sword.

He kept swinging his sword.

Try your best not to break down.

For humanity, Rogge was a lonely savior.

To the alien races, Rogue was a great sin king.

For the faculty and students of the college, Roger was a remarkable classmate.

For Julie and others, Roger was an important friend.

For Lingsa, Roger was her beloved.

For Fiora, Rogue is everything.

Her life consisted of nothing but Roger.

Before meeting Rogue, Fiora lived within the mission woven by the Church of Truth.

Her family was brutally murdered by a foreign race, and she was taken in by the Truth Cult after being left all alone.

She was alive then, but that was all.

She couldn't recall any memories of being with her family; all she knew was that a ruthless alien race had killed them.

The people around her told her that she had to become the Holy Sword Maiden.

Naïve and clueless, she accepted the arrangement.

Nobody cared about her existence.

No one cared about her thoughts.

Therefore, she obeyed everyone's wishes, abandoned her human self, and became the Holy Sword Maiden that everyone needed.

Until he entered the Royal Academy.

She met Roger.

Despite having a very similar schedule to Roger, she never really looked at him once.

For her, the people and things outside are superfluous and don't need her attention.

People around her also try to keep their distance from her and not interfere with each other.

However, Rogge was different.

He was the first person to take the initiative to reach out to me.

Fiora initially didn't want to pay any attention to the other party.

But that day, because of the matter of the Sin Clan, she relaxed for a moment and agreed to the other party's request.

Then, she lost.

He lost to Roger's mouth.

This was the first time in my life I had experienced a setback, and a ripple of emotion stirred within me.

If that's all there is to it, perhaps she'll forget about it soon.

But then, under the pretext of the victor ordering the loser, Roger asked her name.

This is the first time in so many years that someone has cared about her name.

The ripples in my heart lingered for a long time.

Fiora couldn't understand.

Why would anyone care about her name?

This question kept surfacing in her mind, so much so that she didn't refuse when Roger asked her to spar.

It was as if a voice inside her was telling her to go and find the answer.

From then on, Roger became her practice partner.

Roger always found ways to defeat her, ordering her to do all sorts of things.

Each time, it would cause ripples to spread in her heart.

A strange feeling was stirring within her.

She finally realized it after losing a practice match.

This is an emotional fluctuation called "dislike".

She was unhappy about losing to Roger.

Unfortunately, she had no other choice, because she couldn't argue with Roger.

Roger, however, continued to mock her, even going so far as to say that he would teach her all sorts of things and train her to be a maid.

No one had ever taught her these things.

She couldn't understand Roger's thinking.

But a sense of curiosity drove her to accept Roger's education.

Roger stirred her long-dormant heart, breaking open the tightly closed black room within her.

Let her reconnect with the outside world.

In the days that followed, she was exposed to more and more things by Roger and experienced many firsts.

Learning life skills for the first time...

This is the first time I've considered my own thoughts...

Making classmates and friends for the first time...

My first time participating in a club activity...

The lonely, empty, dark room was broken open by Roger.

Luo Ge, who had been huddled alone in a corner, stepped into a dazzling and colorful world.

Fiora gradually rediscovered the emotions she had forgotten in the past.

The annoyance of losing to Rogue in swordsmanship, the curiosity of experiencing new things, the fear of hearing that Rogue was in danger, the anger when provoked by the Sin Clan, the joy of defeating Rogue for the first time, the happiness of being with everyone...

Every event was inseparable from Roger's presence, and every emotion arose because of Roger.

Roger was her world.

The world she couldn't bear to give up, the world she wanted to protect with her life.

On the fourth night of the school anniversary celebration, she and Roger strolled through the night market and went up the mountain to watch the fireworks.

At that time, Roger helped her recall her childhood, find the name her parents gave her, and completely rediscover the self she had lost.

more importantly.

She rediscovered the feeling called love.

She realized how much her parents loved her.

She also realized her love for Roger.

She likes Roger.

She loves Roger.

Love beyond measure.

But the very next day, she realized this feeling.

She hadn't had a chance to tell Roger how much she loved him.

The world has changed dramatically.

Ira is dead, Rogge has changed, the happiness of the past is gone forever, and only sorrow remains in her heart.

She rediscovered the emotion called sadness.

But she would rather not find it.

Especially after the news spread that Rogge was a member of the Sinners.

She felt a profound sense of betrayal; the world she loved suddenly seemed unreal.

When the world in your heart is completely turned upside down.

She rediscovered the emotion called hatred.

Filled with sorrow and hatred, she stood in front of Roger.

Then, he pierced Rogge's chest with a sword.

"It's all my fault."

The Fiora mechanically swung her sword.

She knew it very well.

He himself caused Roger's death.

He killed the person he loved most.

If she hadn't stood in front of Rogge, allowing the Pope to escape, perhaps the truth would have been revealed sooner, and the war would have ended sooner.

Then Roger wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself.

"It's all my fault."

The Fiora muttered to herself as she continued to swing her sword.

If she had trusted Roger a little more, things wouldn't have gotten this far.

Not to mention she even pierced Rogge's chest with the holy sword.

She is a sinner.

A sinner who deserves to die.

She should have died in Roger's place.

"It's all...my fault."

Fiora's gaze gradually became vacant.

The more I loved Roger, the more I am in pain now.

Heartbreaking.

Why does it hurt so much?

It's worse than death.

The pain was so intense that I wanted to abandon all emotions and return to a state of having no self.

But she couldn't do it.

Because she couldn't give up her love for Roger.

Even if she didn't deserve Roger's love, even if she had to endure this excruciating pain, she still wanted to keep this feeling.

This is the punishment she deserves, and also the strength that keeps her going.

Fiora could only swing her sword again and again.

To numb one's own heart, which is riddled with wounds.

She still harbored an unrealistic fantasy.

He fantasized that perhaps Roger hadn't died and would return someday.

Because Roger had promised her he wouldn't die.

This time, she wanted to believe Roger.

She believed that Roger would come back, and then she could have Roger kill her, the one who deserved to die the most.