On the frozen plains, surrounded by people weeping for him, the red-haired knight closed his eyes one last time. Seo Jun-Ho stared at the surreal scene and reached out without realizing it.

"Sir Hart."

He knew…

He knew better than anyone that a blooming flower would one day wilt and wither.

However, the knight’s expression was so calm and warm. Seo Jun-Ho felt like if he lightly shook Hart’s shoulders, the man would open his eyes immediately and say, ‘I’m sorry for dozing off’.

"Sir Hart…?”

Seo Jun-Ho shook Hart's shoulders lightly with his trembling fingers. However, Hart collapsed toward Seo Jun-Ho like a broken doll.

“…”

Was a person clad in armor usually this heavy? He was heavy. He was so heavy that he couldn’t be compared to the lightweight Thunder God.

"Contractor..." The Frost Queen looked at the pale Seo Jun-Ho. "Didn’t Hart say so? Do not blame yourself. It is not your fault."

"…How can I do that?"

If he were just a bit faster. If he had arrived ten minutes—no, five minutes earlier.

‘I could have saved him.’

Why didn't he try harder? Why did he think that Hart wouldn't die? With a distorted expression, Seo Jun-Ho closed his eyes.

‘I always...