Truth 3

The Sword of Winter finally found it.

An existence worthy of being its master.

Now, there’s no need for delusions anymore.

The ghost finds rest after a long time.

[At last, it’s finally over.]

It was a long wandering and wearing down.

Unable to remember if it was a man or a woman.

A sense of liberation and emptiness is felt simultaneously.

At no longer being able to stay by that child’s side.

[…To think she’d grow up so splendidly.]

It was needless worry.

Nothing more than senility.

The child has become independent.

The human-shaped scabbard that rusted while holding its breath in a corner of the attic is now gone.

Wielding the sword with her own will.

There is only a girl who wants to protect her lover.

[I should thank that child.]

Han Seoyeon.

The child who bestowed infinite love upon the girl.

What the delusion couldn’t give.

What even the sword with power infinitely close to omnipotence couldn’t give.

That child gave human warmth.

She made the girl know love.

[Now, I’m no longer needed in your life.]

It would be troublesome if I were there.

Wouldn’t it be like having a terrible mother-in-law monitoring your private life all day long?

Even if some obstacle blocks the girl’s path.

The girl will be able to move forward.

[Because you have your own happiness.]

With the girl’s precious person.

[However─.]

There’s still one thing.

Something unreliable about the girl.

[Ending just like this would leave a bad aftertaste.]

Lingering attachment is a lie.

It’s close to the girl’s self-hypnosis.

Regret.

That is the lump that will remain forever in the girl’s heart.

[…Don’t you think so too?]

Winter crumbles.

The girl’s winter.

Han Yujin was an utterly ordinary male high school student in Korea.

One who liked reading web novels.

A boring, repetitive daily life.

By chance, he escaped from that daily life.

He doesn’t know the reason.

But there’s one clear fact.

He entered the fantasy world he had only dreamed of!

But the joy was short-lived.

Han Yujin soon realized the reality he was in.

He fell into a remote area with no money.

Not a penny to his name.

At this rate, he saw no future other than dying in a foreign land.

It was right at that moment.

When he met the hero and his companions.

He was lucky.

There’s no other way to put it.

Han Yujin, mixed in with the hero’s party, was able to gain a lot of information.

For example, about swords and magic.

For example, about defeating the demon king.

At that point, Han Yujin became certain of one thing.

That he himself was none other than the protagonist of a novel.

Aren’t these common clichés?

Of the fantasy novels he had read over and over until he was sick of them.

Among them, this was an extra story.

A cliché where the supporting character who is overshadowed by the lead’s light, but actually performs better than the lead behind the scenes, is the protagonist.

The vast majority of ignorant masses only praise the lead and criticize the supporting character, but in fact, without that supporting character, the party wouldn’t function properly – that kind of cliché.

There was no doubt.

How could such coincidence and luck follow someone who wasn’t the protagonist?

Han Yujin immediately immersed himself in the path of a protagonist.

Perhaps due to some protagonist buff, he quickly learned the language and helped with the practical aspects of the party’s life by utilizing modern knowledge.

The effect was outstanding.

There were few people in the hero’s party who properly understood economic concepts.

Eventually, he established himself as an essential existence in the hero’s party.

At some point, all party members even entrusted their important items to him.

Someone disparaged him as a porter, but it didn’t matter.

Isn’t that the charm of an extra story?

He spent two years like that with them.

Even a heroine who took a liking to him appeared.

However, the problem started after that.

At the moment when all journeys were concluded, and only defeating the demon king remained.

The hero told him to leave the party.

It wasn’t just the hero who said so.

All the party members who had shared joys and sorrows tried to kick him out.

Even the heroines who had shown affection towards him.

He naturally felt betrayed.

The hero’s party had betrayed him.

Just one step before grasping glory.

They used him as a convenient porter.

When the journey was over and he lost his usefulness, they discarded him like an old shoe.

From the beginning, the hero had no intention of sharing even a bit of glory or the heroines.

He felt wronged.

He was angry.

He wanted to die like crazy.

…Then suddenly, he changed his mind.

It was because he knew this development too.

Hupi-jip.

Wasn’t he not just a simple extra story protagonist, but the protagonist of a regret-despair-obsession story?

The guess soon turned into certainty.

He had evidence.

The hero, as if mocking him, handed over an old stone.

Saying it was a trophy obtained after defeating the demon king.

However, it wasn’t just a simple stone.

A special item that only the protagonist could recognize.

It was the demon king’s heart hiding powerful strength.

With this, he could certainly take revenge.

To sharpen the blade of revenge, the man hid himself.

Then the hero’s party went into chaos.

As in any regret story, only after he disappeared did the hero’s party regret and start searching for him!

And the girl who first found the man was.

The swordswoman with the fewest words in the hero’s party.

The girl wielding the Sword of Winter.

Michaela Ernst von Wittelsbach.

The man was certain.

That she was his destined wife.

Michaela Ernst von Wittelsbach was emotionless.

She was the only girl who had no romantic connection with the hero.

A beautiful girl who doesn’t understand human emotions.

What an exciting cliché this is.

Such a beautiful girl found him first.

Perhaps she had feelings for him subconsciously.

She must certainly be a virgin.

She’s qualified to be the protagonist’s wife!

So he invited her to be his companion.

He was killed.

Despite finally gaining a chance for revenge.

It was too futile.

He had been betrayed twice.

He couldn’t end it like this.

Han Yujin felt wronged, wronged, and wronged.

And.

He was given a new opportunity.

[The Academy’s Falling Star Swordsman]

A tragic novel he enjoyed reading in his past life.

One that suited his taste so much he would recommend it to acquaintances and older friends.

Not famous, but what people commonly call ‘my own little novel’.

He got a second chance in such a world.

Han Yujin, who had experienced a miserable past, empathized with the novel’s protagonist.

He pitied the novel’s protagonist who lived such a tragic life.

He wanted to make the novel’s protagonist happy.

Han Yujin came to think this way.

More than the heroines itching to spread their legs.

He could make her happy.

It was something only he, the protagonist, could do.

Yuri is service termination.

The trend is pure love stories!

“Why…”

It should have been like that.

“Why!”

Han Yujin shouted loudly.

“Why is that traitorous bitch interfering with me again! Why…!”

Again.

Once again he was hindered by that traitorous bitch.

“I am the protagonist of this world…!”

Disciplining the villain.

Disciplining the heroines itching to spread their legs.

“Damn it! Damn it…!”

Just as a fateful encounter was about to begin.

He was hindered by that traitorous bitch again.

“Why is the original work twisted again, why does Lee Yeon already have the Spear! I haven’t made any intervention in the original work yet!”

Was that all?

Everything in this world didn’t go according to his will.

It was natural if you think about it.

This was clearly reality.

Things in the world don’t go according to anyone’s will.

“Why on earth…!”

The man just didn’t notice.

“…That’s it!”

For the man, this world was nothing more than a novel.

He was the protagonist of that novel.

“It’s because of that traitorous bitch! That traitorous bitch caused the butterfly effect! That must be it!”

Everything hindering him was nothing more than a stepping stone.

“If only that traitorous bitch disappears…!”

In his mind, this was destiny.

For him to achieve a happy ending as the protagonist.

[The Constellation ‘Heart of the Demon King’ sponsors you.]

Cutting off the ill-fated relationship that continued from his past life.

Disciplining that traitorous bitch.

[Fragment of the Demon King]

[Details: Imprints the power of transcendent beings directly onto the soul. Greatly increases overall stats. Additionally, enables the use of authority.]

Seizing the heroine!

That was his only thought from the beginning.

Michaela decided to skip the Academy for a day.

It was unlike her, an honor student.

It couldn’t be helped.

It’s not like she could submit a leave of absence form either.

There was no proper reason.

Above all, she didn’t want to let anyone know.

This was something she had to do herself.

She’s going to kill someone.

She’s going to stain her hands with blood again.

“Seoyeon…”

Hands stained with blood don’t suit a girl.

Even if the girl accepts it.

She herself knew this better than anyone.

Nevertheless, she wanted to monopolize the girl.

Now she can’t do that.

“I’m sorry.”

Michaela’s past made the girl sad.

Michaela made the girl cry.

The girl is kind.

She would surely try to help her.

That shouldn’t happen.

Michaela no longer wanted to see the girl crying.

So she had to go in the early morning.

So that the girl wouldn’t notice.

It was a selfish story.

Wanting the girl not to be sad, ignoring the girl’s will and leaving alone.

“…At this rate, I can’t even say I’ll be back.”

But there was no hesitation.

“I love you, Seoyeon.”

In the clumsy dawn.

Michaela left the dormitory alone.

The place she headed to was ruins.

On the outskirts of the city, once a slum but now uninhabited after the Firefly Group’s large-scale orphanage project.

There are no people.

No one will get involved.

Then she turned her gaze.

No, in fact, there was no need to turn her gaze.

“It’s been a while?”

All members of the hero’s party share a common magic.

Magic to distinguish friend from foe.

“Michaela.”

The porter.

That man appeared before her.