0% “The second world’s end... is yet another bad ending.”
The Magic Tower Master, who had been watching the endless repetition of tragedy, murmured coldly as she raised her hand.
- Crackle...
“As expected, the second world was nothing more than a stalling tactic.”
With a casual wave of her hand, the second world vanished instantly.
“Even so, what is your intent in showing such worlds?”
“........”
“Did you think you could stir pity in ?”
Now possessing two-thirds of the world’s authority, the Magic Tower Master pressed forward, breaking through the barriers that had previously hindered her.
“If such feeble emotions could make give up, I wouldn’t have co this far.”
“........”
“So just stop this pointless resistance.”
Closing the distance between herself and the World’s Law, the Magic Tower Master smirked confidently.
“Now, proceed with the trial of the final world—“
But before she could finish her demand, the entity in Glare’s form curved its lips into a knowing smile and spoke.
“...You still misunderstand sothing.”
“I warned you—empty bravado will no longer work.”
At the composed yet weighty tone, the Magic Tower Master’s expression twisted into a frown.
“Enough of this nonsense, just start the final world—“
“Before that, why don’t you look behind you?”
Sothing about the words made the Magic Tower Master instinctively turn her head—only for her face to contort in realization as she hastily raised her staff.
“...When did this—!?”
What she had thought to be erased—the first world—had grown large enough to fill her vision.
— I finally understand now.
“What!? When did this happen!?”
— This didn’t happen just once. It has repeated again and again.
In that world, Clana finally woke up, sitting up in her bed with her hands neatly folded in prayer.
— First, it was you. Then, it was Ferloche. Sotis, it was the Demon King. And in the end, even the diary itself.
A golden aura began to radiate from her body.
— It kept returning, over and over again.
Even the Magic Tower Master, observing from outside the world, recognized that this was an anomaly of an incredible scale.
The energy emanating from Clana’s prayer was too peculiar to be ignored.
“I never showed you these worlds to invoke your sympathy.”
The Magic Tower Master stood frozen, watching, as the voice of the World’s Law continued behind her.
“It was all simply to buy ti for this very mont.”
“Damn it...!”
Finally realizing why the World’s Law had stalled for so long, the Magic Tower Master desperately reached out toward the first world.
— I don’t know why I’ve gained this power at this mont.
But Clana’s prayer, too, was nearing its conclusion.
— But now that I know the truth, I have to turn it back.
“S-Stop...!”
— A world without you is not a happy ending.
The golden light pouring from Clana soon filled the entire first world.
— But I refuse to let this cycle repeat endlessly.
And when that light overflowed beyond the world’s boundaries—
— Then it’s only right to give a chance to the one who was never chosen before.
Opening her eyes, Clana let out a faint smile as she spoke her final words.
— Please take care of Frey.
And then—
— Crackle...!
A golden streak of light shot from the first world toward the third.
“NOOO...!”
The Magic Tower Master lunged forward, trying to block it.
But before her hand could reach the light—
- *Shhhhhh—!*A brilliant radiance engulfed everything, signaling the beginning of the third world.
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“...Ugh.”
“Roswyn?”
As my head bobbed up and down, I suddenly snapped back to my senses, only to see his face right in front of .
“Are you okay? Do you feel sick?”
“...Mm, ahem. It’s nothing.”
Well, it made sense that I was dozing off.
Of all people, I was entertaining him.
I never expected that as soon as the information guild opened its doors early in the morning, he would be the one to walk in.
“So, what brings you here today?”
“I was just passing by... and suddenly, I really wanted to see you.”
“Ah...”
Forcing a smile, I asked why he had co, and of course, the sa predictable answer ca back.
“Aren’t you busy with preparations for the academy admission?”
“That’s not as important as you.”
“Oh my, how lovely.”
I spoke the words, but inwardly, my patience was wearing thin.
This wasn’t the ti to be dealing with him.
I had mountains of work to get through, and in just a few minutes, I had an extrely important client—
“Hey, hold on a second, Roswyn.”
As I struggled to maintain my faltering expression, Frey, who had been watching with a bright smile, suddenly fumbled through his pockets.
“Oh dear, what are you trying to give this ti?”
Though I asked, my patience had already reached its limit.
I already knew exactly what he was about to hand .
“Ta-da!”
“...Wow.”
As expected, he pulled out yet another flower.
How could he be this oblivious?
Of all the gifts he could give, why—why—did it always have to be flowers?
“What do you think? I went through a lot to get this one.”
“Is that so.”
Responding absentmindedly to his excited words, I listened as he eagerly started explaining about the flower.
“Yeah, they say this shade is so rare that it only appears once in ten thousand years.”
“Hmm...”
It was true that this flower was slightly different from the ones before.
No other flower had such a strange, deep ruby-red hue.
But after years of receiving flowers over and over again, they had all beco the sa to .
“Hey, I love you, Roswyn.”
“...What?”
As I reached out absentmindedly for the flower, Frey suddenly spoke in a serious tone.
“I really, really love you.”
“..........”
“I’d do anything for you.”
The last remnants of my patience finally snapped.
“So please, just for one day. No, just once—“
- Sigh.
Did he really think I wouldn’t see through his obvious intentions?
“You’ve co all this way, Frey. That must have been exhausting.”
“Huh? H-Huh?”
He just wanted to act innocent, whisper sweet nothings in my ear, and then spend a night indulging himself.
“But I’m a little busy right now.”
Every man who approached was the sa.
They were either after my beauty or my wealth.
I had been dealing with their kind since I was a child, and I had long since learned to shut them all out.
I had tolerated Frey for this long only because he had yet to show his true colors.
But this was the limit.
“So now, if you’ll just—“
For the first ti, I turned to him with a cold expression and was about to firmly ask him to leave when—
- *Thump...!*“...Hrk!?”
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck my heart, and I let out a choked gasp, collapsing onto my desk.
“R-Roswyn!”
“Ugh...”
Why was this happening all of a sudden?
Did sothing go wrong with the sleeping pills I took yesterday?
Or was it just an illness brought on by stress from dealing with Frey?
“Are you okay...?”
“Ah, yes, I’m fine—“
Struggling to steady my erratic heartbeat, I tried to catch my breath when suddenly, a warmth enveloped my hand.
“...Huh?”
Frey was holding my hand, his face pale with worry.
“...........”
A heavy silence settled between us.
“S-Sorry, I didn’t an to.”
I found myself dazed by a strange sensation that wrapped around my entire body, and Frey, startled by his own actions, quickly let go of my hand and apologized.
“...You, you’re not feeling well, are you? Then I guess I shouldn’t keep holding on.”
“T-That’s...”
“W-Well, I should get going, then.”
Then, without waiting for a response, Frey got up from his seat.
“...Roswyn.”
Just as he was about to step out the door, he hesitated and glanced back at .
“If anything happens, promise you’ll tell , okay?”
“...........”
“You will, right?”
Leaving those words behind, he gazed at with sincere eyes for a few monts before quietly stepping out.
“...Y-Yeah.”
By the ti I instinctively responded—
- *Click.*The door had already closed behind him.
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A few minutes after Frey left the room.
“...What was that look?”
Resting her chin in her hand, lost in thought, Roswyn muttered in a low voice.
“As if he was genuinely worried about ...”
That brief mont when her heart suddenly pounded.
It had only been for an instant, but in that mont, Frey’s worried expression and his unconscious attempt to protect her—
Even soone as oblivious as Roswyn could sense the sincerity behind it.
“What the hell is this...”
Normally, she would have scoffed, dismissed it as nothing more than an act, and erased the mory from her mind.
“.........”
But for so reason, ever since that mont—when her heart skipped before she could even touch the flower Frey had brought—her emotions had been in turmoil, unlike usual.
“...Now that I think about it, how many tis has Frey visited my guild?”
Answering that question wasn’t difficult.
“This many...?”
From the mont she first t him ten years ago to today, the day before his entrance into the academy—
His visits were ticulously recorded in the guestbook.
“...I had no idea.”
It was easier to count the days he hadn’t co.
He had visited this often, all to tell her he loved her.
“Hmm...”
Setting the guestbook aside, Roswyn fell back into thought.
Has anyone else ever done this much for ?
Her parents had always treated her as nothing more than a tool to maintain their power.
Her subordinates—aside from the one secretary who had been with her since childhood—were rely bound to her by reluctant loyalty, purely transactional.
And the n who had whispered words of love to her?
Whenever she rejected them a few tis, they would always reveal their true nature and attempt to take her by force.
That was why she had long since grown accustod to revealing her noble status and rcilessly destroying those who tried.
But Frey... was different.
No matter how many tis—hundreds, thousands—she rejected him, he had never stopped showering her with his one-sided love.
“...Ahem.”
Realizing this now, Roswyn let out a quiet cough and lowered her head.
“...Did he really like that much?”
A faint blush spread across her cheeks before she even realized it.
“What an idiot... Does he really think that if he confesses over and over again, I—I’d just give in?”
Muttering to herself, she twirled a strand of her hair between her fingers.
“...But why flowers? Flowers? How tactless.”
Her gaze landed on the ruby-colored rose Frey had left behind.
“If anything, he could’ve gotten perfu or jewelry...”
Pouting slightly, she grumbled under her breath.
“.........”
Then, suddenly, a strange, suffocating tightness settled in her chest.
“...What.”
She frowned, pressing a hand against her chest.
How much ti had passed like that?
“Well, since he did put in the effort...”
Slowly, she reached for the flower in front of her.
“...I guess just this once, I’ll accept it.”
Just as her fingers touched the ruby-colored rose—
- *CRACKLE!*“KYAAAH!?”
Golden sparks erupted from the flower, a blinding light flooding the dimly lit room.
- *Shhhh...*“What the—?!”
Frozen in shock, Roswyn barely registered the panicked servants rushing into the room.
Achievent Unlocked
Even If The World Hates Him
“...Huh?”
Ignoring the servants, she stared blankly at the golden, translucent text that appeared before her.
Helper System Activated
To you, the only one who cherished the Hero when all others despised him, a small miracle has been granted.
This system is passed down through the Sunset lineage, as per the contract from a thousand years ago...
“What... is this...?”
Golden letters shimred in the air, greeting her silently.
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