0% “We’re almost there, Young Master.”
“...”
“But why are we heading to this place in the middle of the night...?”
Late at night, Frey sat inside the carriage, pale-faced, anxiously biting his nails.
“Um...?”
Kania, who had followed him without understanding the reason, watched him with a puzzled expression.
But Frey simply gazed out the window, his expression tense and rigid.
What the hell is going on?
Frey acting oddly was nothing new—he had done plenty of bizarre things before.
Rushing out in a carriage in the dead of night was barely a drop in the ocean compared to his usual antics.
But this ti, there was sothing different.
Why... Why does that scoundrel look so terrified?
That was the key difference.
Frey wasn’t just acting strangely—he was scared.
And for Kania, who had spent so much ti at his side, such a reaction was beyond unusual.
...The one who stopped the final attack was definitely Roswyn.
But that was before Kania understood the truth.
There was a reason why Frey was experiencing such an intense reaction.
But why?
Endless challenges.
Endless regressions.
Endless failures.
He had truly believed the last cycle was the end.
The cycle that had felt the most hopeful... had failed.
And for the first ti, it had driven him to the brink of insanity.
Frey had gone through countless mistakes, but the situation he had witnessed before regressing was sothing entirely new.
That cycle wasn’t any different from the others. If anything, it should’ve been considered a failure.
Roswyn had been the one who appeared at the final mont of the First-Year Dormitory Attack Incident.
But the reason Frey was so disturbed now was because he had no idea why.
How long had it been since she had last accepted one of his flowers?
He had placed flowers in her hands before.
He had poured his heart into confessions.
He had spent his entire fortune for her.
He had even dedicated an entire cycle solely to courting her.
And yet, the result was always the sa—absolute failure.
Roswyn never responded to him.
Eventually, she had faded out of his concern entirely.
But now—
A variable has appeared.
What happened before the regression was not a dream.
If it were just an illusion, then Roswyn’s presence wouldn’t have been so clear.
Then... why did it happen?
What did I give her in the last cycle?
Sweating profusely, Frey forced himself to recall.
And then—his eyes widened.
“A ruby-colored rose.”
“...Pardon?”
Kania blinked in confusion, but Frey simply muttered to himself as he clutched the rose he had hastily grabbed before leaving.
“Could that... have been the variable?”
It was a reasonable theory.
But soon, Frey shook his head.
The ruby-colored rose he had given Roswyn that ti had shone with an unusual glow.
But he had already given her every possible color of rose multiple tis before.
There was nothing special about the color alone.
Which ant...
It wasn’t just the flower.
Sothing else had intervened.
But what?
Frey had no idea.
“...Damn it.”
And that lack of knowledge was what was eating away at his sanity.
“I shouldn’t have acted so recklessly.”
Grinding his teeth, he stared anxiously out the window, his voice filled with regret.
“That might’ve been the only variable I ever got.”
What if the previous cycle had been his only chance to awaken Roswyn?
If he didn’t even understand the trigger, then there was no way to recreate the conditions.
What if he had wasted that precious opportunity with his own foolishness?
“We’ve arrived.”
“Ah.”
“It’s ti to step out.”
Kania, who had been silently watching Frey’s internal struggle, quietly inford him that they had reached their destination.
“...Thanks, Kania.”
“...”
Even in the mont he stepped off the carriage, he looked so pitiful that even Kania—who had spent years despising him—felt a fleeting mont of sympathy.
“Roswyn...”
Holding the rose tightly, Frey turned toward the towering guild in front of him and took one heavy step after another.
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“...So, what brings you here?”
“Ah, well, um.”
Inside a dimly lit office, a boy and a girl stared at each other.
“I, uh... um...”
“...”
Frey, usually full of either flattery or false cheerfulness, was frozen with tension.
Just as he was about to speak—
“Just get to the point.”
Roswyn’s sleepy voice cut through the silence.
“I had just fallen asleep, and you woke up.”
“S-Sorry...”
“Yawn... Just tell why you’re here.”
In that instant, Frey shut his eyes tightly.
She didn’t rember.
The weight of that realization hit him like a hamr.
“H-Here...”
“...”
The silence stretched between them as Roswyn’s gaze landed on the rose in Frey’s hand.
“So... it’s another flower?”
Hearing her murmur, Frey’s expression collapsed in despair.
“Wait, just hold on. Tomorrow—I’ll find the real one! I promise—“
But then, he suddenly realized—
The flower he brought wasn’t ruby-colored.
In a panic, he pleaded desperately.
“...”
“H-Huh?”
Just then—
Roswyn reached out her hand.
- Slide...
“...Roswyn?”
Instead of taking the flower, she grasped Frey’s hand.
“I don’t need flowers anymore.”
“Y-You... You’re not saying...?”
For the first ti, Frey saw her smile.
Not a smirk.
Not a mocking grin.
But a genuine, warm smile.
“Hero.”
The mont that single word reached his ears—
His heart stopped.
“Forgive for not realizing sooner.”
“...!”
Roswyn rose from her seat and gently pulled Frey into an embrace.
A gentle warmth seeped into him.
And at that mont—
The mont he had only ever dread of—
A single tear slipped from his exhausted eyes.
“From now on, I will support you, always.”
“Y-You accepted my flower...? Truly...?”
After endless cycles of missed chances—
At long last, their miracle had co.
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“Frey, just trust now. I’ll take care of everything for you.”
“R-Really...?”
“Of course! The Helper System is invincible!”
Yet, despite making such a bold declaration after coming out to him, Frey and I still had to endure countless failures after that day.
“KYAAAH!!”
“Y-You said you were invincible!! Use your all-powerful Helper System to do sothing!!”
“T-That was a bluff!!!”
“ROSWYNNNNNN!!”
Perhaps it was because I had been too eager to impress the Hero I had admired for so long.
“But still!! Why is that Saintess so ridiculously strong?!”
“Dodge!!”
“Ughk.”
“Oh, we’re screwed.”
No, that wasn’t it.
The Helper System I had received was powerful—powerful enough that I could afford to brag about it.
But the death flags surrounding Frey were just too nurous.
- SHAAAAAAA...!
“You said Kania was supposed to be an ally!!”
“It seems like your presence has altered the variables...”
“And why are those people all so ridiculously strong!?”
“...My friends are just a bit powerful.”
The Main Heroines, the ones trying to kill Frey, each had enough strength to wipe out a small kingdom.
- CRACKLE!!
“You little brat...”
“That’s Sword Aura! Dodge!”
“S-Sis! Calm down!!”
Even his ntor randomly went berserk and attacked us.
“M-Master...?”
“Why is she dying at this point!?”
“...This is driving insane.”
Then there was Lulu—rather than being a help, she would suddenly drop dead, leaving us scrambling.
“This... is the Hero? This... is the Helper?”
“...”
“This isn’t sothing a normal person could endure...”
The early days were pure madness.
But then—
“...Maybe I shouldn’t have given you that flower.”
“...!!!”
One day, I saw Frey muttering to himself, his face riddled with guilt.
And at that mont, I made a vow.
I can’t afford to complain.
Despite everything, he never once skipped giving those flowers.
Even though it would’ve been easier to ignore —to leave behind—he never did.
So for him—
I would endure a hundred tis more pain than he had.
- CRACKLE!!
“R-Roswyn?! What are you doing?”
“Training!”
From that day forward, I trained relentlessly.
“What’s with the blood on your hands...?”
“Blisters. Hehe.”
“Roswyn...”
At first, Frey tried to stop .
But when he saw my determination, he began helping instead.
“...Cough, cough.”
“Looks like... this cycle is a failure too.”
“Ugh... it hurts. Hurry up and regress.”
“...Should I?”
And ti passed.
We bled.
We suffered.
We faced countless tragedies.
But we endured.
“Roswyn.”
“Yes?”
“If you hadn’t been here... I would have lost my mind long ago.”
Another cycle.
Another failure.
We lay on a bed in the familiar space where we always began again.
Facing each other.
“Ngh.”
“I love you.”
At first, Frey had always seed on the verge of falling apart.
But now, he was stable.
Because he had .
Because I was his pillar.
- Squeeze...
“I-I can’t breathe?”
- Grip...!
“...Frey?”
Of course, there was one issue.
His obsession with had grown beyond my expectations.
“I had a dream where you disappeared.”
“Pfft.”
“Why are you laughing? It was terrifying.”
Look at him.
This pathetic man, clinging to like a wet puppy, trembling because of a dream.
“I’m not going anywhere, Hero.”
I held him close and whispered, smiling softly.
“Especially not now, when our journey is finally reaching its conclusion.”
“...”
It was true.
We had already gathered all the Heroines as allies.
We had devised the perfect plan to complete the Hero’s Armants.
We cried together when things beca unbearable.
We had clung to each other for sanity when the pain was too much.
And in the end—
We had succeeded.
“You’ll never leave ...?”
“Of course not. If I wanted to, I would’ve left long ago.”
“Even after everything is over?”
“Yes. Even if you die, I can use the system to follow you to the afterlife. Don’t worry.”
Of course, Frey’s obsession had grown even worse because of it.
But that didn’t matter.
“Because I love you to death too, Hero.”
Obsession is only frightening when love is one-sided.
But when you love the one who’s obsessed with you—
It’s not a problem.
“I still don’t believe you.”
“...Huh?”
“Prove it.”
Today, though, he was acting a bit differently.
- Slide...
“H-Huh?”
“You’ll prove it, right?”
He climbed on top of and gently tilted my chin upward.
“...O-Of course.”
Wait, was this really happening?
“Hmph. But be warned.”
- Slide...
“I-I was raised in the Sunset family... To p-please the Hero...”
Wait.
What do I do?
I’ve never done this before.
No, stay calm.
I just have to do what I learned from books.
I simulated this mont so many tis in my head—
“...Huh?”
But then, I looked down.
And froze.
“W-What is... this...?”
Since when was Frey this... impressive?
“I love you, Roswyn...”
“W-Wait, hold on—“
If my prideful older sister, the self-proclaid expert, saw this—
“...Ugh.”
She’d be seething with jealousy..
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Elsewhere...
“...”
- Creak, creak...
A girl ground her teeth furiously as she glared at the image in the crystal orb.
“Contract... I’ll make a contract...!”
- Shaaaaa...
Dark energy began to swirl around her.
“I’ll give everything...”
Her golden eyes trembled violently, her disheveled hair falling lifelessly around her.
“Grant ... the power... to escape this nightmare...”
But then, her voice abruptly stopped.
“...”
Ti stretched endlessly.
“...Huh?”
When even the strange noise from the crystal orb faded into silence...
“Where... am I?”
The girl, once limp, suddenly lifted her head.
“I was just at the coronation ceremony, wasn’t I...?”
She turned her gaze around the unfamiliar space.
“...Did the Magic Tower Master’s plan succeed?”
And then—
She looked down.
“Then that ans my body... should be Clana’s...”
Excitent flashed in her eyes as she checked herself.
But then, she saw her academy ID glowing at the center of a strange magic circle.
Sunrise Academy, 2nd Year
Rifael Solar Sunset
“...Huh?”
Staring at the na, her face turned blank.
“Why... am I the eldest daughter of the Sunset family?”
- Gulp, gulp...
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