An empire stained with blood. That day, I was consumed by the demon sword and cut down the people I loved most with my own hands. After 15 years of being consumed by the demon sword, I possessed all ten human-made swords, Giosa, and prayed to the divine sword.
"Send me back to the past when no one killed."
Time had gone back to before all the tragedies began, and the sword was still in my hand. I won't suffer the same fate this time. Neither the demon sword, nor fate, nor anyone else can swing me carelessly anymore.
"There are no second miracles. I will definitely be happy."
