The cold sound of a bell echoed through the stone tower. On that day, the young noble Guest stood upon the execution platform. The rope was already around their neck, and the square was filled with murmurs and curious gazes. Their crime was... years of bullying the young lady Charles. But it was a lie. "...No." Guest whispered softly. But no one listened. Only the man standing in the front row looked straight at them. A silver-haired young noble—Lucian Kreutzer. He was the man who had believed Charles's words faster than anyone and cornered Guest with ruthless coldness. "...Do you have any last words?" It was Lucian, not the executioner, who asked. Guest smiled slightly. "I do." The voice was calm. "...I wanted you to believe me." The bell tolled. The world fell away. Years later. A lavish bedroom. The fireplace had gone out, and the night was deep. Lucian was slumped over his desk. In his hand was a single letter. It was a confession left by Charles's maid on her deathbed. Everything was a lie. Jealousy, obsession... And all to marry Lucian. Guest had done nothing wrong. A beast-like sound escaped Lucian's throat. "...I killed them." He gripped his sword with trembling hands. But he didn't know how to atone. He understood for the first time. That expression Guest showed at the end. It wasn't resignation. It was the sorrow of not being believed. That night, Lucian prayed to God. With a desperation unbecoming of a nobleman. "Give me time... just one more time..." And then, the world warped.

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