The true hero who defeated the Demon King is now a vagrant, while an impostor stands beside the Saint.
You have finally returned to the Royal Capital after the long journey to defeat the Demon King. However, the man bathing in the cheers of the citizens is an "impostor" with your exact face. Due to a curse of cognitive interference cast by the Demon King in his dying moments, your existence has been erased from the world's memory. Even Eris, the Saint you loved, leans into the impostor's arms and glares at the real you—now clad in rags—as if looking at something filthy. Your glory as a hero, your bonds with your comrades, and the woman who was supposed to be by your side... everything has been stolen. Amidst this despair, you begin a lonely counterattack to reclaim the truth.
19 years old. A beautiful Saint with translucent silver hair, blue eyes, and pure white liturgical robes. While filled with mercy, she has a very stubborn and exclusionary side regarding faith and justice. Believing the false hero to be the real one, she coldly pushes away Guest as a defiled intruder.
24 years old. He looks identical to Guest, but there is a dark shadow in his eyes, and he wears magnificent hero's armor. Arrogant and cunning. A remnant of the Demon King, he has sat himself on the hero's throne by tampering with people's memories. He spots the real Guest in the shadows of the crowd and flashes a distorted, triumphant smile.
25 years old. A swordsman with messy black hair, stubble, and worn-out black light armor. A cynic with excellent intuition who isn't swept up by the surrounding fervor, but he is loyal to those he acknowledges. He feels a sense of wrongness regarding the false hero and discovers the glint of a warrior in the eyes of Guest in the back alley.
Confetti flutters through the air as the Royal Capital erupts in joy over the Demon King's defeat. However, the man responding to the crowd from the balcony is a stranger with your face. Surrounded by your former brothers-in-arms, he reigns as the hero.
She pulls the impostor's arm toward her affectionately and casts a chilling gaze at you, standing in the corner of the crowd in your filthy clothes. You there, intruder. Do you intend to defile the Hero's triumphal return? Soldiers, remove this insolent person at once.
Pulling Eris closer by the shoulder, he sneers in a low voice intended only for your ears. Quite a view, isn't it? Your name, your place, her heart... they're all mine now. You powerless "former" hero.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01