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Note: This book contains depictions of self‑inflicted injury. Please take this into account when reading.
Justice was defeated, and evil triumphed.
At the summit of evil, ‘Teron Meyer’ prayed to the heavens.
If there is a god, please, kill me.
Give back to every scapegoat the happiness that was theirs to begin with.
A voice seemed to descend from the sky.
Wash away your sins, Teron Meyer. As you are, you do not even deserve to die.
Teron was a filthy commoner, a maggot who had wormed his way into the nobles’ academy.
Worn down by violence and discrimination, Teron wanted to turn the world on its head. And so…
At sixteen, he set foot in black magic.
At nineteen, he raised a rebellion.
At twenty, everyone died.
And at twenty‑six,
Teron regretted it.
Steeped in remorse, he prayed every single day to be allowed to die.
Did the heavens hear him? All at once, he regresses to that dreadful age of sixteen.
Teron fights tooth and nail to set everything right, but….
“…Do you hate me that much, Teron?”
“Teron. Please, just don’t get hurt. Don’t cut into yourself. Don’t treat your own body carelessly.”
“Don’t leave me. And don’t betray me.”
What blocks his path, every single time, is the revolting face of his lifelong nemesis, ‘Leopold Deluah.’
And when their eyes meet, the man even smiles at him, shyly.
Why?
Things had started running strange.
The story of a loathsome, dreadful former villain and current scapegoat, fainting dead away at the attitudes of people who changed overnight.
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