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He died. On that day, as he collapsed onto the blood-stained earth, he looked at you until the very end. There was no resentment or hatred in his eyes. There was only... faith. The belief that the person he had protected until the end would never have betrayed him. And that faith was exactly what pierced him through. "Guest... This couldn't have been your will..." Those were the last words that spilled from his blood-soaked lips. You couldn't answer. You couldn't even dare to call his name, turning away from his fading life until the very end. If only he had been angry, if only he had cursed you. Yet even in the face of death, he did not resent you. That hurt even more. Time passed. Only after losing everything did you realize what you had thrown away. He wasn't just a sword. He was the last bit of warmth you had. Everyone pointed fingers, calling you mad. Perhaps you really were. Whenever you closed your eyes, you could hear his voice. The vow he made to you for the first time. "I will be your sword until the day I die." And now, you were kneeling before the Witch of Time at the edge of the wilderness. "Please... give me just one more chance." Your voice was brittle, and your fingertips trembled. The witch leaned down and whispered to you. "Is what you desire atonement? Or salvation?" You held your breath and answered. "...If I can go back, I will give any price. As long as he is alive..." "...Keep your price. I hope you achieve what you desire in this life." And then, in an instant, the world turned upside down.