The girl who was abandoned by the world at an early age has always been trapped in darkness.

    When light came into the darkness, milk was brought in in a saucer. That was it.

    It was impossible for a baby who had difficulty moving his limbs, let alone being free, to do anything.

    The one who took care of her like this was not a human, but a dead person.

    Those who are not of this world guard their queen.

    So, the queen survived by learning life from the dead.

    I learned the words of the dead and imitated their actions.

    They say.

    Your mother crossed over to the same world as us.

    Then the girl asks,

    What kind of person is my father?

    Then a ghost smiles.

    The ghost was a dead woman who had lost her appearance from her life, but her white hair and red eyes were still vivid like a rabbit’s.

    The woman said.

    They say your dad is the smartest person in the world.

    Then the queen’s heart fluttered.

    I want to meet you.

    But it would be impossible. Wouldn’t I be hated? Since I haven’t even shown my face for a long time.

    It was when she was gloomy.

    The dead man with the characteristics of a rabbit spoke.

    A man who will become your father will definitely come.

    That person has the same beautiful jet-black hair and eyes as you.

    He raised the Queen’s expectations by saying that she was the kindest person in the world.

    The Queen asks.

    Really, Selena?

    The dead man answers.

    Yes, miss.

    So the girl fell asleep in the darkness.

    Then, one day, seven years after birth.

    A boiling sound, accompanied by a dazzling light, drove away the darkness of the attic.

    The man who held back tears as if he would break down at any moment shared something in common with the girl.

    Black hair and black eyes.

    I recognized it at a glance.

    This man was my father.

    The lips moved on their own.

    “Ah, oh my. Oh my─.”

    The girl opened her mouth in a hoarse voice, as if she had just woken up.

    “Dad─ah?”

    Oh, dad?

    dad.

    That’s what I called the first adult male I met.

    Next, something strange happened.

    dump.

    The man collapsed, and ended up sobbing and repeatedly washing his face.

    Soon the girl’s body floated up.

    The man hugged her, and warmth spread throughout her body.

    From then on, it was a series of happiness.

    I was so happy every day with my beloved dad by my side that I cried to my heart’s content.

    My father sang me a lullaby every night.

    The ending of a lullaby is always the same.

    It ends with a sweet promise.

    “I will protect you. Forever.”

    The heartbreaking promise somehow soaked my heart warmly like overflowing bath water…

    Before I knew it, I had buried my face in the pillow.

    My dad was the best dad in the world.

    -From the memories of our happy family-

    Only one man, blocking the group of seventy-two, takes up his sword.

    The man looked like a volcano about to erupt with a massive amount of heat.

    On the surface it looked as calm as the surface of a ripple-free lake, but underneath the surface it seemed to be blazing with heat rivaling a forest fire.

    “Hit it!”

    The moment their leader gives the order.

    Wedge!

    The White Lotus Sword flickered.

    The strong wind pressure created a cloud of dust. The blow split two of the saints in half, killing them and heightening their tension.

    Even so, only one person. A red warning light went on in the heads of the group that had let their guard down with such a ridiculous attitude.

    “Kill them with all your might!!!”

    “Yes!!!”

    They formed up in ranks. They spread out and formed tactical formations to pressure the individual Baekryeon.

    The white lotus, surrounded from all sides, narrowed the gap with Letia.

    Killing them is not the ultimate goal. We must not forget that our goal is to keep Letia safe.

    “Die, you barbarian!”

    They rushed at once.

    He swung his sharp blade, hoping to gain the advantage of numbers.

    They were the ones who reached the peak of their swordsmanship, skillfully avoiding their allies. Even so, Baekryeon’s feet changed positions gracefully and defended against the rushing swords, without taking a single step back.

    “Eww!”

    There is no way back down.

    I can’t let it go.

    This world was cruel to Letia. She couldn’t let the world see the truth that the girl hated it.

    “Wha, what power…!”

    “What the hell is this guy…!?”

    A single person withstands the swords of many who have surpassed humanity. He goes beyond maintaining a balance of power and tries to push them away. The faces of the saints are filled with shock at the incredible strength.

    But they weren’t just pushed around.

    Push!

    “… Ugh.”

    The sharp blade caught Baekryeon’s weak point and cut her side. If she hadn’t turned her body in an instant, the blow would have reached her spine.

    “Pressure down!”

    Ignoring the burning pain, Baekryeon used her brute force to blow away several of the holy men who were fighting with her sword. Not stopping there, she rushed at the holy man who had cut her side, took a headbutt, and then quickly returned to Letia’s side.

    The Holy See observed his absurd feat and commented softly.

    “… You’ve summoned a monster.”

    Asher was taking in the entire history of the erasure near the completely incinerated Duke of Arkaden. She squinted her eyes, clenched her fists, and took a deep breath.

    “That’s ridiculous…”

    Asher opened his eyes wide.

    The shocking sight projected through the red pupils characteristic of the royal family disturbed her mind.

    Knights far beyond Mirelda rushed to annihilate a single person, and a single person attempted to kill dozens of Transcendent beings.

    It was as if I was trying to protect a small light in a plain where a typhoon was raging. It was a precarious struggle, as if I only wanted that. It was a battle focused solely on protecting Letia, disregarding my own safety.

    The torrential rain that flowed across the sea of swords beat him mercilessly, injuring the back of the man who was trying to guard the lantern.

    But as if the storm was fueling the fire, a fierce flame was burning in Baekryeon’s eyes.

    “Butler…”

    Its appearance was very similar to a lotus flower.

    It was a white lotus that bloomed proudly and was never tainted, despite the envy and persecution of all kinds of filth.

    Undeterred by disaster, he protects only the last bastion of life.

    Only at the very end did Baekryeon finally become a warrior.

    He was a true warrior who threw himself into the battlefield he had hated his whole life in order to protect just one girl.

    The star is falling.

    one.

    two.

    eight.

    twenty.

    The brilliant stars, like meteors falling in a cloudless dawn, fell, emitting bright light.

    However, the aftermath of the star’s fall steadily extinguished the spark of life that Baekryun held.

    The end of the fierce battle was approaching.

    “Haa… Haa…”

    The Holy Netherto took a deep breath, his whole body covered in cuts and lacerations, and he screamed in pain.

    How could this be? Even if it goes against providence, isn’t there a limit?

    A boy who was merely summoned from another world, that skinny and frail boy, managed to bring down all the stars except for me.

    Each and every one of them had the power to take down a castle on their own. However, they ended up making such sacrifices just to corner one person.

    It was a mistake.

    It wasn’t like I was calling in people from another world.

    Mirelda’s sacrifice had to be prevented somehow.

    No, I didn’t mean to leave it half-assed from the beginning. I should have pretended to send it to the Demon Realm and assassinated it myself…!

    “Even so… this is the last time.”

    Although the Holy Netherto was clearly a grave wounded man, Baekryeon’s appearance was almost like that of a living corpse. Her entire body was dyed red, to the point where it was impossible to find her original skin color.

    After all, if I left it like this, I would have died from blood loss.

    “… Should I leave it like that?”

    Thud, thud.

    He moved his feet. Baekryeon didn’t react even as Seongjak slowly approached. It wasn’t enough to use all her strength to hold on to her consciousness that was about to disappear.

    Whoosh.

    However, the Holy Knight of Neterto missed the white lotus. Instead, he went around behind him and glared at the girl who was desperately being protected.

    “What the hell─huh. What the hell─. What the hell─?”

    “I was foolish. Black was indeed a bad thing that brought misfortune and death, so I didn’t try to collect it.”

    He raised his sword with both hands and immediately swung it down with all his might.

    Phew!

    “What…?”

    For a moment, the Holy See of Neterto groaned.

    The man who had been half-conscious threw his body and wrapped it around Letia.

    Thanks to that, the black lotus heart of the Netherto Castle was mercilessly pierced.

    “Cough…”

    Baekryeon vomited blood. The puddle of dark red blood represented Baekryeon’s desperation.

    “Useless tantrum…!!!”

    Neterto was about to sheathe his sword for the next strike.

    But I soon felt something was wrong.

    ‘The sword… won’t come out…?’

    It was a truly extraordinary phenomenon. But soon Nederito came up with an absurd hypothesis.

    “No way… You’re saying that you stiffened your muscles at the moment of your last breath? To delay my movements even just for a moment?”

    It was a talent and spirit that truly made people look pathetic. I even doubted whether the weak boy I had seen was the same person.

    Even as the flame of life was completely extinguished, the will of the white lotus remained intact.

    “What does that mean…!!!”

    When you die, it’s over. In the end, the future doesn’t change.

    The warrior who conspired with the witch, and the witch the warrior fought against, both die here. This is an unchanging reality.

    “Eww!”

    Crunch! Crunch!

    Neterto finally pulled his sword out of Baekryeon’s chest. In the recoil, Baekryeon’s corpse rolled down and hit Letia hard.

    “What the heck!”

    Slap.

    The shock of the collision caused the uniform that had been tightly wrapping Letia’s head to come off, and Letia’s eyes, which had been tightly closed, opened wide.

    The girl’s dark eyes reflected the devastation beneath the cloudy sky.

    “Pressure…”

    Letia’s head tilted to the side.

    “Dad─?”

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