Everything had been an illusion.

The glory she had earned on the battlefield, the cheers of the people, the camaraderie with her comrades—all of it, especially that foolish old love she had clung to because of a pretty face, was now nothing but an obstacle, a hindrance to everything Lucy needed.

Only Lin matters.

The Chasm's words rang true. As long as she had Lin, nothing else mattered.

Isn't it incredible? How he endured all your torment until the very end of the journey?

She could hardly breathe. A searing pain as though her chest was being gouged out left her gasping for air.

Isn't it amazing? How he grabbed the Demon King's horn with his bare hands?

Her hands trembled as she clutched her head.

And even with that intense will, the only one who saved you, the only one who succeeded in saving you, was Lin!

"Agh!"

She clutched her chest, feeling a sharp, piercing pain in the center of her heart.

Look at the face of your only ally, hidden behind that mask you so detested.

She had hidden his face because she couldn’t stand to see it. Behind that mask, Lin concealed all his wounds.

Look at the arm your greatest comrade now bears.

The arm that was forced to grasp the Demon King's horn, tainted by dark magic, simply because he was considered a non-combatant. That arm was used to tend to your mutilated body.

He’s in pain, but he can’t even say so. He wants to be angry, but he can’t feel anger anymore. Look at your Lin.

This is all because of you, Luciena Estelle.

You ungrateful wretch.

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