Erin is the sharpest sword in the Holy Court.
She was born to be a warrior.
Slay monsters, save humans, serve the gods—that's what everyone told her.
Until one day.
She started dreaming about the devil.
The woman in the dream was sitting on the throne of the abyss, with black hair and red eyes, smiling and calling her name.
"Eileen."
"You look like you're going to be broken."
Later——
The holy sword began to lose control.
She heard frequent whispers.
Even for the first time, he hid the existence of the Demon King in front of the judgment seat.
And no one knows.
The demon king feared by the entire continent would quietly appear in her room every night.
"Lord Brave."
"The way you look at me now..."
"It looks less and less like he wants to kill me."
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This is a post about:
The story of a holy hero gradually falling into the abyss.
It is also a story about two madmen supporting each other.
Intention: Love is not redemption, but seeing each other's scars.