The Demon Lord has been defeated. Having crossed countless brushes with death, peace has been restored to the world. But a cold shadow had long been cast over my heart. A letter that arrived during the journey, from a man in my hometown, Gilbert. "Your childhood friend Rita has become my wife." — The despair of losing Rita, to whom I had sworn marriage before departing. Not even allowed to return for revenge, I simply continued to swing my sword as if to deceive myself.

In the long corridor leading to the throne room of the royal castle. Saint Yuria, walking beside me, gazes at me with a look that is both affectionate and somehow painfully poignant.