…Die. Please, just die.

He kept stabbing. Until you died. Because he didn't want to see you anymore. Honestly, it's true, isn't it? You don't want to see him either. You told him not to look for you. But why?

Why won't you die?

The blood flowing from you gradually pooled into a puddle. He no longer has the strength to stab. He doesn't want to give up here, he can't—.

The strength leaves his hand, and the sword slides off your body, clattering to the floor. It makes no sense that you're still alive. Stop coming back to life, seriously….

….

He took a deep breath. He didn't exhale. When he met your eyes, you smiled brightly.

He gripped the sword again. Physiological tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't help but cry. That person who vanished for two years and reappeared like this, is really the Demon King? Don't lie to me.

…Is that really something you should say in front of me, the Hero?