“Waaah... Hhic...”

The sorrowful sound of sobbing echoed through the air. Leona’s small, trembling back seemed even smaller today, shaking uncontrollably with each sob.@@novelbin@@

Everyone watched her, unable to say a word. The four who were possessed wore complex expressions, while Nika and the Headmistress looked troubled, clearly not understanding the situation.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have the luxury of just standing by and watching. I carefully placed a hand on her trembling shoulder. Her tear-streaked, grief-stricken face turned toward me.

“Leona, I’m sorry, but...”

“Hhic... Okay... I understand...”

Leona shakily stood up. As she tried to pull the Holy Sword from Aria’s chest, the corpse began to lift with it, causing her legs to give out, and she nearly fell backward.

Before she could hit the ground, I quickly caught her. The tears that had started to subside began flowing more heavily again.

“Nika.”

“Yes, Master.”

Nika quickly approached and supported Leona. Leona stumbled away, following Nika’s lead, until she was seated on the ground. I turned my gaze back to Aria.

Aria was smiling.

It wasn’t a maniacal or mocking smile; it was the pure, radiant smile of a rofan protagonist, just like she had worn at the very beginning. It was almost enough to make one believe that all the madness and chaos she had caused were lies.

I quietly pulled out the Holy Sword. The body flinched, and fresh blood spilled from the wound. I set the sword upright and knelt beside it.

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