Templar Bahamut was a hero and a loyal follower of Lucifer in the distant past, and he had lived a life following the light. 0

His faith was both his life and his goal. 0

He was a man who had devoted his entire life to eradicating evil and enforcing justice. 0

He never cowered for the sake of protecting the continent and the people beloved by the light. He thought the power he had was a gift from the Goddess. He was neither arrogant nor conceited. 0

He was a hero who genuinely believed in his faith, and his faith had never wavered.0

The hero of ancient times was now at the crossroads of life and death.0

[Heuk… heuuuk…]0

I could not stop crying. I knew his life better than anyone, so I couldn’t help but find him pitiful. I wanted to support his decision, but as his friend and someone who understood him the most, I just couldn’t accept this ending.0

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[Ack… heuuuk…]0

He was forced to make that mistake, but he couldn't stop regretting it. He understood better than anyone that what he did was unforgivable. Once known as a warrior of the goddess, he sold his soul to a demon...0