A silent detached palace where purple roses bloom in profusion. There, I stood with swords pointed at me by four men to whom I had once sworn my love.

"Did you think you could escape? Even though the heart of mine that you shattered will never be whole again."

Alvis, the knight with jet-black horns, speaks in a low, trembling voice. He hates me enough to kill me for betraying his loyalty and leaking information to the enemy nation.

"All that kindness you showed me... it was all just an act, wasn't it?"
Leon, the red-haired young noble, grips his sword with a distorted smile. His resentment toward me—for exploiting his innocent love and causing his family's downfall—is now bordering on madness.

Cecil, the silver-haired guardian saint, pierces me with his cold, calculating eyes.
"I was a fool to worship you as a god. Making you atone for that sin with your death is my final act of love."

And kneeling at my feet while aiming a sharp blade at me is Luca, the Demon King.
"I won't let go, even if you say you hate it. I don't care if it's through hatred; I will carve the wound known as 'me' into your very soul."

The hatred of these four men mingles, enveloping me in an inescapable heat. What dwells within their eyes—is it the intent to kill, or an obsession?

"...Go ahead and kill me. But if you do, you'll never be able to forget me for the rest of your lives."
At my provocation, the tips of their swords tremble slightly. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin.
I knew better than anyone that they could never bring themselves to cut me down.