Matian rose his upper body and moved his arms and legs to loosen his stiff body.

He had long regained consciousness. It was just that his body couldn’t move as if he was having sleep paralysis, so he had a very hard time.

Matian stared below the platform.

He saw the words “Rukna Closet” clumsily carved on the dirt floor with the tip of someone’s foot. It was Rukna’s name that she habitually left behind.

‘You really did come and go.’

It was unclear whether Rukna’s monologue was a dream or reality, but this confirmed it.

Ha! Matian let out an ambiguous sigh that was neither a sigh nor a laugh and made a wry smile. And on his face as he lowered his hand, there was a firm resolution.

He immediately left this place.

“You can’t, young master!”

“You haven’t fully recovered yet. If you go like this, it will strain your body.”

The priests followed him and tried to stop him, but Matian did not stop walking.

There was no time to waste.

It was clear that Rukna was going to leave.

‘You’re going to leave after only saying such things?’

It wasn’t Golden, but Closet? He had expected that.

He was amazed by the fact that Rukna had the holy sword. Where on earth had she hidden it?

He wanted to praise her for managing to hide it from his eyes.

What was even more surprising was that he wasn’t as angry as he thought he would be.

‘Am I crazy.’

His emotions surged up, but it was too complicated to simply dismiss as anger.

Regret. Yes, this was closer to regret.

Matian laughed while wiping his face with one hand. Unlike his laughter, his blue eyes shone fiercely.

‘And that she was a woman, not a man.’

That was definitely the case. She had said she was a woman.

It wasn’t difficult to imagine Rukna as a woman. It was an image he had imagined countless times.

She visited his dreams many times as a woman named “Lulu,” and he drove her to the limit as she came into his arms.

Even after waking up, it was so passionate that he couldn’t come to his senses, so he had to go straight to the bathroom.

Over a dozen mirrors were shattered out of self-loathing. His face reflected in the shattered mirrors had the appearance of a sharp beast, as sharp as the broken edges.

‘But she really was a woman. Haha.’

In fact, since he had decided not to care about gender, it wasn’t something to be very happy about.

What he needed was not the woman Rukna, but the person Rukna herself.

However, the reason his heart was boiling as soon as he heard the confession that she was a woman was because of the possibility that a child resembling her could exist between him and Rukna.

‘I can’t let her go.’

He had to catch her no matter what. Otherwise, he had an ominous premonition that she would disappear somewhere.

Matian rode his horse as fast as possible and returned to the military academy.

On the way back, he also didn’t forget to be vigilant of his surroundings with his five senses sharpened in case he encountered Rukna trying to escape.

He didn’t even remember how he got to the dormitory.

Matian, drenched in sweat, ran straight to Rukna’s room.

His anxious hand knocked on the door as carefully as possible.

Knock knock.

“It’s me, Rukna.”

He was anxious. He couldn’t feel any movement inside the room.

“Open the door, Rukna Golden.”

No, Closet. Matian muttered the last word in a small voice.

As expected, there was no response.

Bang bang. His hand knocking on the door became urgent.

He wanted to break this fragile doorknob and go in right away.

But if he broke the school rules again this time, he could be subjected to a showy disciplinary action one more time, and if that happened, it would greatly hinder his pursuit of Rukna if she had disappeared.

Then, he saw Hans and Zvai crouching in the hallway with their heads together.

They were writing sentences like “Let’s get along well” on a picket.

“Can you come here for a moment, Zvai?”

Matian called out to him in a gentle voice.

“Oh my? What business does the student council president have standing in front of the door of our holy Rukna-nim’s room?”

Zvai habitually shook his head from side to side to threaten the other person, then belatedly corrected his posture.

This Zvai, who was reborn by the words of Rukna-nim, had decided to live righteously only two days ago.

Matian grabbed Zvai’s wrist.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Zvai floundered in surprise.

What he saw was the face of a handsome man smiling warmly. Could the rumors that he engaged in sodomy with that perfect appearance really be true?

“Haha, can I borrow your hand for a bit?”

“Wh-where are you going to use my hand for! You’re not asking me to help with something dirty, are you?”

Zvai, whose thoughts had somewhat gotten ahead of him, shifted his gaze to Matian’s pants.

“You’re quite quick-witted, despite appearances.”

Matian muttered.

“No, I don’t want to! Ahh!”

Is this the price for his past wrongdoings of harassing Rukna-nim? Zvai struggled to break free from his grip in order to preserve his chastity.

But there was no way he could overcome Matian’s strength.

Matian dragged his hand and placed it on top of the doorknob of Rukna’s room. And he applied force just like that.

With a creaking sound of the doorknob being distorted, the door opened with a creak.

“Ugh, my hand!”

Zvai, who had to bear the full brunt of Matian’s strength, quickly shook off the hand that had been grabbed.

The hand that had lost blood circulation was pale white. He thought all his finger bones would be crushed due to the force grabbing his hand.

“What are you doing?!”

“That’s what I should be asking, Zvai. What on earth did you do?”

Matian blamed him while looking down at the broken doorknob.

Zvai mumbled, feeling like this was absurd.

Is this really Matian Wiegratz? Is he really the righteous and diligent student council president?

“Hmm, I’m disappointed that a club member I trusted broke the doorknob. Rukna will be disappointed too.”

“B-but this is what you did!”

“You also frequently borrowed other students’ hands like this.”

Matian referred to the past when Zvai used other students to cover up his misdeeds.

His strangely cold tone made the other person nervous.

“Ugh!”

“It’s okay. We can fix what’s broken.”

Matian patted Zvai’s shoulder and strode inside. Despite his gentle expression, his steps were very urgent.

‘Where on earth are you?’

As expected, the room was empty.

On the desk, instead of neatly arranged personal belongings, there was a well-folded student uniform.

‘Damn it, did she really run away?’

Matian calculated the distance Rukna could travel within a day.

Then, a sword on the bed caught his eye.

‘Could it be…the holy sword?’

Matian recognized it at a glance.

After all, he sought out the square every day after the dawn training and gazed at it, so how could he not recognize it?

‘It’s really the holy sword.’

His trembling hand reached for the sword’s hilt but suddenly changed direction to the side. He had discovered a small note written by Rukna.

The content contained within was short.

‘For deceiving you…I’m sorry.’

Haha! Matian burst into laughter while running his hand through his hair. In contrast, his blue eyes had a fierce light in them.

‘If you were going to deceive me, you should have done it all the way.’

If Rukna had just stayed by his side, he had confidence that he would have been deceived until the end.

If only she was there, even without this measly holy sword, he could sufficiently play the role of the hero the world wanted.

‘Foolish Rukna Closet. Did you think I would be happy if you gave me this?’

Of course, it was true that the holy sword was his identity and goal.

However, his large hand hesitated to grab the sword’s hilt and paced around it. Memories of his past failures to draw out the holy sword flashed by like a montage.

‘If you give me this, did you think I would be able to wield it?’

Perhaps he might have felt relieved deep down on the day the holy sword disappeared.

Because he no longer had to fail. Because he no longer had to struggle to become the perfect hero.

Hiding such a cowardly heart even from himself, he had shifted all the blame for the problems onto the holy sword thief.

‘You cowardly bastard.’

Matian cursed himself and grabbed the sword’s hilt. He expected to fail conspicuously, but…

The holy sword that shouldn’t have budged at all was lifted up.

Matian’s eyes widened and then he frowned.

‘I wielded this?’

It was the moment he had desired for so long.

But he was just surprised, not happy.

He didn’t think for a second that this was thanks to his own abilities.

‘What on earth did you do to the holy sword, Rukna?’

Was she planning on playing the role of a wish-granting fairy? So she granted his wish and disappeared without a trace?

At that moment, he heard someone’s voice in his head.

[The previous owner is too big for a fairy.]

Matian was startled and opened his eyes wide, being vigilant of his surroundings. Who dared to read his thoughts?

[Over here, over here.]

Whoosh. The holy sword he was holding in his hand vibrated.

Matian glared at the holy sword with his eyes wide open. He couldn’t even grasp what was happening.

[Hello, Matian Wiegratz. I am the holy sword Bisbi.]

“…”

A sword with its own ego. He had never even heard of such a thing.

[You’re surprised. I’m surprised too. We’ve both been abandoned.]

“You, what are you?”

[I am the great holy sword Bisbi. Ask me anything. I will help you on your journey as the new owner.]

“Where is Rukna?”

Among the things he could ask, the first question that came out was about Rukna’s whereabouts.

[I cannot know that information. My previous owner heartlessly erased her traces within a day.]

“You’re just a lump of metal that can only run its mouth without knowing anything.”

[Don’t be too disappointed. There is a way to find her.]

“…What?”

[Then shall we abandoned beings search for the previous owner together?]