A cold silence pervaded the dining hall of the ship heading to the Empire.

    Everyone except the heroines and Ruby were gathered there.

    “Um... Hmm.”

    Frey, supported by the Sun God, had just entered the dining hall and was looking around awkwardly as he sat down.

    “H-Hi.”

    Breaking the long-lasting awkward atmosphere, Frey forced a greeting.

    “E-Everyone... good to see you. Haha...”

    The children watching him had their eyes filled with confusion.

    The image of Frey they knew was that of a rogue, the Empire’s greatest villain, and more recently, a madman.

    But the Frey in front of them now looked so innocent and pure.

    He seemed like a person who had been possessed by a demon and had now returned to his original self, leaving the children even more speechless than before.

    “I always wanted to have a meal like this with all of you.”

    Looking around at them, Frey quietly reached for the fork and knife.

    “I have so much I want to talk about, and...”

    But then he stopped and trembled.

    “...”

    He had grabbed the knife, but there was no hand to hold the fork.

    Not yet accustomed to having lost his left arm, he could only give an awkward smile and put the knife down again.

    “I-I can help...”

    “N-No...!”

    Alice tried to help Frey by reaching for the knife, but Frey immediately stood up in fear.

    Alice froze in place with a knife in her hand and the children also stiffened.

    “Huff, huff...”

    “F-Frey....”

    “Sorry, I’m just in a weird state right now.”

    Reading the children’s expressions, Frey forced a smile and sat back down.

    - Thump, thump...

    His heartbeat beat wildly.

    The fact that he had less than three days left was continuously eroding Frey’s already weakened mental state, which was fixed at 1.

    “The reason I called you here today... is because there’s something I want to do with you.”

    “Eating together and talking with all of you. It’s something I’ve always wanted to try at least once.”

    Despite his crumbling mental state, Frey mustered his remaining strength to speak, looking around at the children.

    “Amy, how did you do on your exams?”

    “H-Huh?”

    “You always worried about your grades, right?”

    Turning to a female student, he asked her a question.

    “You didn’t neglect your studies because of the Hero Party, did you? You need at least minimal grades to graduate...”

    “I-I did well, thanks to you, Hero...”

    “That’s good to hear.”

    Receiving her trembling voice with a smile, Frey turned his gaze to another student and spoke.

    “Leona, are your parents doing better?”

    “Yes, yes...”

    “Leah, your younger sibling is sick right now. But it’s an early stage, so it should be manageable.”

    “...!”

    And thus, Frey started a conversation.

    “Arianne, you’re doing well, but the end of your barrier is weak. If you can reinforce that part...

    “Alice, I’ll tell you the location of the Secret Lord, which is the last key to breaking the Curse of Subjugation. You have to end it yourself...

    “Eurelia, you have two potential paths. I hope you choose the brighter one.

    “Kids with colored mana, you can use the joint technique. Just like Ferloche’s blessing of the Sun God and Irina’s ultimate magic, it is also classified as an ultimate move, you must practice it...” r?

    Since he had no friends to chat with during meals, Frey ended up giving advice that would help them as he didn’t know what to talk.

    Despite that, he looked happy.

    The children’s expressions darkened as they watched Frey, who seemed like an innocent child giving essential advice.

    “Brother...”

    Even Aria, trembling beside Frey as if she might collapse at any moment, was no exception.

    His appearance resembled that of someone settling their affairs before death.

    To the students who knew Frey would die within a few days, it was all too obvious.

    “Ah, and Vener, you...”

    “D-Don’t go, Lord Frey.”

    “W-What?”

    For the first time, Vener interrupted Frey’s continued speech.

    “We... we need you.”

    She was gripping his hand with a broken expression.

    “I-I was... your sword. I’ve just now learned this.”

    “...”

    “I-If the master disappears, the sword becomes useless. It loses its purpose.”

    Vener knelt before Frey and begged.

    “Please... please don’t leave... Please...”

    Frey’s expression, already pushed to the limit, began to crumble.

    “P-Professor.”

    At that moment, Eurelia approached Frey with her entire body trembling.

    “T-Take this... please...”

    “...What’s this?”

    “I-It’s a healing potion... If you drink it, you might return to normal...”

    She handed him a half-full bottle.

    It was the potion Roswyn gave her back during the Academy Erosion Incident.

    “P-Please... We need you, Professor...”

    Fortunately, Isolet seemed more composed than expected.

    “I’m searching for the Bywalker family’s secret techniques. Even the forbidden technique of turning a person into an Ego Sword, which my Father was researching.”

    “Sis...?”

    “I won’t let you disappear. I’ll do anything to keep you in this world. No matter the cost, I’ll...”

    Never mind.

    She seemed to have become the most dangerous.

    “Sis, calm down–”

    “Frey.”

    “Ruby!”

    Frey, feeling a chill and trying to calm Isolet down, turned at the sound of a familiar voice.

    “...”

    “Uh, well, about this situation...”

    He began to explain the situation.

    “...?”

    Then he stepped back as he felt an ominous feeling.

    “Why did you hide it?”

    “Ruby?”

    “Why. Did. You. Hide. It, Frey.”

    Ruby approached, radiating a cold aura.

    “W-What...”

    “You have only two days left to live.”

    Trying to explain, Frey hung his head at her words.

    “Listen, Ruby.”

    “Shut up. Frey, you–”

    “Do you know about Star Rubies?”

    “...?”

    Ruby tilted her head, confused by Frey’s words.

    “It’s a special Ruby with six white streaks like a star.”

    “What does that...”

    “I want to merge with you.”

    “...!?”

    Frey embraced her and whispered in her ear.

    “Every fragment of my shattered soul.”

    “Ughhhhhh...”

    Hearing this, Ruby clutched his clothes and collapsed.

    - Poooouuu...!!!

    Before they knew it, the ship had entered the Empire’s harbor.

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    “Please succeed...”

    Meanwhile, in the Debug Room.

    “Please, please, please...”

    Roswyn, looking exhausted, tore at her hair as she stared at the error messages on the monitor.

    “If this fails again, it’s over... Please...”

    It had been hellish days.

    In the strange space known as the Debug Room, adapting to and applying the complex, esoteric tool used by the gods called a ‘computer,’ and the unfamiliar concepts of ‘coding,’ in such a short time was almost impossible.

    “Please succeed... Please, please...”

    However, Frey’s overwhelming tragedy was playing beside her.

    However, the ‘coding language’ inside the computer, for some reason, was the family cipher ‘alphabet’ that she had been forced to learn as a child.

    However, the Sun God had translated and explained everything into the Imperial language in her numerous notebooks.

    It was like everything aligned perfectly for her at this very moment.

    “Please, Mr. Computer...”

    Roswyn, staring at the monitor with an anxious expression, placed her hand on the mouse.

    The simplest commands filled her vision and the monitor.

    SunPy 1.0 - Glare file

    def escape()glare = position(137,60,86)

    teleport(glare)

    escape()

    Staring blankly at the core part of the code, Roswyn clicked the mouse with trembling hands.

    “Ahhhhhh!?”

    She screamed as she felt all the strength leaving her body.

    - Crackle, crackle...

    Golden sparks ran through her body as a price for daring to meddle with divinity as a mortal.

    “No...”

    As she tried to pull her hand away, her eyes were drawn to the tragedy playing beside her.

    “...Grit.”

    Gritting her teeth, she pressed the mouse harder.

    Executed.

    - Crackle...

    As her consciousness began to fade, the monitor displayed that message.

    “...Hehe.”

    A faint smile appeared on Roswyn’s lips as she finally let go of the mouse.