s a strong wind that was as if trying to hold her back.
Deng, deng, deng.
The bell started ringing, set to commemorate the heroes’ second year.
Clementia, a woman loved by many at the center, stood at the highest place under the bell tower under the escort of the Imperial Crown Prince.
The warm sun shining down upon them as if to bless them.
The crowds are full of bright energy at a glance.
‘It’s a scene we made.’
‘We are the ones who protected humans and their loved ones from the continental disaster that comes once every 500 years.’
Now, two years after she returned from subjugating the Demon King, the overwhelming feeling that had been suppressed has finally emerged.
The first year was spent treating injuries and mourning and longing for a lost colleague.
Even if they comforted people around them, they could not bring them out who had sank.
Isaac, a life-and-death colleague who gave his life to create the world it is today.
The knight who offered his sword to saint Clementia.
Clementia looked up at the sky.
It was so bright that tears of longing and mourning started flowing down her beautiful green eyes.
The weather is nice.
It was so good.
Like trying to take care of humans, bless them, and brighten their path.
“I’m glad the weather is nice.”
It’s a good day to shake off the lingering attachment to the dead.
At her words, the two men standing next to each other smiled slowly and at that moment, bang!
The dull noise grazed unpleasantly into the murmur of the happy day.
An unidentified liquid splashed on Clementia’s face.
A few seconds of silence, as if promised.
And screams that started to explode all at once, like a scene from a play.
Clementia’s fingertips began to tremble all over.
Her gaze looking up at the sky could not be lowered because of fear.
‘I think I just saw something.
I felt something in front of me, a hand grabbing my shoulder and pulling me off the podium.’
“Don’t look down!”
Wolfgang’s urgent voice was heard, but Clementia inadvertently lowered her gaze.
And she ended up seeing the scene where she wanted to deny what was happening.
The front of the pure white podium prepared for Clementia was dyed red.
She touched her own cheek, and a red liquid tinged with her lukewarm temperature was smeared on it.
More blood pours out through the crushed head after hitting the floor.
White clothes, white hair, white skin.
Everything didn’t seem real.
Clementia knows her.
A woman she’s always been guilty of.
Isaac, who is now dead, his fiancée Calliope, betrayed by her own knight.
She has now fallen in front of her.
‘She fell in front of me?’
A half-distorted face, a miserable body that reveals the impact of touching the floor.
A muddy wreckage unable to even tell what is what.
Clementia belatedly started screaming at her.
As she screams as if she is getting choked, she begins to hear the noises around her.
Wolfgang hugs her while she is screaming to calm her down.
Ansgarh’s sharp shout calling for a kingdom knight urgently.
The square was in chaos after seeing a corpse in a terrible shape.
Screams, cries, and grunts.
The square, which was like heaven, began to distort in a disorderly manner.
Clementia gasped, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Calliope’s corpse.
It was a good day as if God had given her permission to be happy now because she suffered for a year.
And that year only she, as if matching the wind, earth, sky and sunlight, fell from the sky as if to ridicule her at her reassurance on hoping for a perfect day.
‘Are you trying to forget?’
Calliope’s voice, which she had never heard before, resonated in her head clearly.
How dare you pretend as if Isaac doesn’t exist who betrayed me because of you, and the blood that is flowing comes down the floor toward Clementia.
Struggling back in Wolfgang’s arms, the plump lips that had smiled broadly just moments ago let out a scream, and she began to cry with the voice that whispered that it was a good day.
The tears that glistened with longing were stained with fear and sin.
The day, when everyone started to wish for their happiness, quickly turned into malice.
On the hottest and warmest day of the year, Calliope Anastas fell like a devil caught among the angels.
If she was alive after falling down and only broke her whole body, she would have laughed at this chaos.
Unfortunately, her last breath has long since passed.
Calliope of that world killed herself like that.
* * *
I opened my eyes.
My mind, which was not fully awake, could not think properly.
What was I doing? Calliope, who was blinking slowly, pulled off the old blanket in the cold wind.
The wooden wall, which was about to collapse, rattled uneasily every time the wind penetrated.
The sky could be seen in the distance through the half-broken shutters barely attached to the windows.
Dawn, as the sun is just rising, a whitish sun shines over the mountain peaks.
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