The Frost Moon Is Not Yet Over

"Mo'er, that sincerity of yours sure comes in handy."

She took the map I had drawn and led the righteous disciples to slaughter every last one of my fellow sect members.

As I raised my sword to take my own life, I thought I saw the usually aloof saintess rush toward me, panic written across her face.

But...

Wasn't she always deceiving me?

Why would she care whether I lived or died?

[Calculating, deep-thinking righteous saintess VS lazy, carefree demonic disciple]

[Sweet on the outside, dark within] [Heartbreak] [Bad ending] [Schemes and manipulation] [Righteous and demonic factions at odds] [Twists] [Tragedy]

Theme: Don't gamble your sincerity on someone's loyalties.