On a night shrouded in pitch-black darkness, as her eyes gradually adjusted to the blackness, a figure illuminated by moonlight became clear before her.

‘No, it can’t be… It can’t be…’

Recognizing the person soaked in blood, Biare felt all strength drain from her body and collapsed to the ground.

“Why are you here like this?”

With silvery hair cold as ice and profound blue eyes, he was someone she knew all too well.

“This can’t be happening. Why are you…”

Biare could only bite her lip, unable to utter a single word.

No matter how hard she tried to understand the current situation, it was utterly incomprehensible.

The name of the one who had become a cold corpse was Dension Verdeum.

He was the head of the Verdeum viscounty and Biare’s former lover.

[Sion, I don’t understand. Why do I have to feel this way?] [Bia, calm down. What misunderstanding do you have now…?] [I’ve been holding back from the beginning. You…]

‘That you still haven’t forgotten her.’

[Please explain it to me clearly, Bia!]

‘If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have felt this miserable.’

[I’m sorry, but I don’t want to see you anymore. I’ll go first.] […..]

As their last conversation suddenly came to mind, Biare struggled to maintain her composure, suppressing her feelings of despair.

When she had first spoken of parting, Dension had not tried to stop her.

The separation she had envisioned was not this complete parting of life and death.

“Please answer me, Sion.”

Holding his hands that no longer held any warmth, Biare wept uncontrollably.

“Please… save him.”

She cried and begged for his life to be spared.

Her desperate voice as if hoping to be heard by the gods.