Even Though I was the Real Saint, I was Exiled—Which Means my Country is Over (WN) - 137 128 · Prince of Darkness and Saintess of Light

Nigel!

I hear the voice of my beloved.

I will try to answer that. [M]

But no matter how much I scratched my leg, I couldn’t speak.

──Eliane.

I wonder what has become of me. [M]

With the world and my loved ones on the balance, my will is about to lean to the other side.

It is a decision to abandon the── world.

For me, she was a light. [M]

So I stared so as not to lose sight of the light.

But it was already dark in front of her.

The light was about to be consumed by darkness.

If we abandon the── world, she will be saved.

Whose voice is this?

Ya, ya, ya, ya?

No,── or is it my confident voice?

My heart is screaming.

But I pretended not to see it. [M] My mind was at its limit. It doesn’t matter when it breaks.

──No. It’s already broken?

No, no, no.

Hate (…) or hate (…).

It may be the first time in my life that I’ve hated anything so much.

Everything that hurts her.

The ──world itself that hurts her.

I take the sword in my hand. [M]

The darkness shifted to the sword.

Is the future that this sword will bring salvation?

Or is it ruin?

Anyway, I made up my mind. [──M]

Destroy…… the world……

Finally, a voice came out.

Perhaps it was in response to my readiness.

“No, Nigel! Please be sure to have a favorite!”

Eliane reaches out.

I shake my head to the side. [M]

──No, I’m not──.

Looking straight into her eyes, I shout: [M]

“About you.──”

It must have been a story of ruin, salvation── and renewal.