PROLOGUE

The bell of the church rang, indicating the wedding day of two lovers. The commoners who were outside and heard the bell smiled as they wished the lover who will be blessed by their holy God today a happy life.

The priest who was speaking the vow had a dull and careful voice in front of the two figures that stood before him. His eyes intently stayed on the bible as his words echo in the large room.

The bride wore a simple white dress and a veil covering her head while the groom wore a simple black suit. His expression was solemn, lips pursed without a hint of joy in his eyes. How could he be happy? Forced to marry this disgusting scheming woman...

In the audience behind the two, soon-to-be wife and husband were the nobles who didn't dare let their stiff smiling faces change as they sat tensely on their chairs. Watching with their thoughts hidden behind their eyes while keeping an eye on the two people who are seated alone in the front row of this so-called marriage.

They knew this wasn't a joyful wedding.

This was a show meant for that man.

The two people everyone had in mind were a beautiful smiling woman in a royal red dress and a man whose face is covered by a white mask. While his body is dressed in a black suit with gold lines and a pair of white gloves, his neck was covered in white clean bandages, not letting any of his skin be seen but it was clear that those nobles know what is underneath those clothes.

"Do you like it?" The Queen, Rosalyn De Heartfilia said in a good mood. The smile on her flawless face never left as she turned her head to the man beside her.

The man didn't answer and just sat motionless. Making it hard for anyone to know whether he is listening or not.

"Since it is your 'intention' to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before the holy God and his Church," The priest said, glancing at the two in front of him.

The bride didn't speak while the groom could care less whether she spoke the vow or not and snort lightly.

Silence descended in the room and the nobles almost dared not breathe, thinking this woman would make another trouble. 

Feeling something off, Rosalyn looked at the bride and narrowed her eyes.

The bride slowly turned her head.

It was then, black mana exploded.

The room almost collapsed had not it been for the barrier that appeared, blocking the poisonous mana from destroying the place and killing the people present. The crowd of nobles knew how dangerous black mana is to humans and dared not stay any longer, flocking the exit door while the shouts of the knights present echoed in the room that was being swallowed in the black mana.

The bride burst towards Rosalyn, and the veil on her face was thrown away, showing her scarred face full of hatred, black veins were seen all over her body as she pulled out a dagger covered with black mana.

"DIE!" She screamed frantically.

"No!" The man shouted as he jumped at a speed that surprised even Rosalyn.

She knows he isn't able to move, much less use mana with those chains on him. Yet, He moved at a speed that even matched the strength of a fallen. 

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Quickly coming to her senses, she tried to pull this man to the side to avoid the blade but it was too late as the blade already made its way to his heart. He made no noise when the black mana spread like cobwebs, exploding his heart, and like parasites, the black mana started to mercilessly eat up his internal organs without a pause. 

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE-" The maddened bride was blown away in pieces by Rosalyn's explosive magic, her flesh, and blood tainted in black splattered on the ground while Rosalyn pulled the man close to her.

Particles of Rosalyn's golden magic float in the air. Her ruby eyes were dazed as the mask on the man's face slipped down. Falling to the ground as his handsome and pale face was revealed. Red blood covered his jaw and chest as his dimming green eyes stared intently at her face. As if trying to remember every inch of her face to what life is left of him.

"Rose-..." Cough! Another blood splurts out from his lips though it didn't stop him from saying, "L-live... Ha...  Happy."

His hand rises to touch her face but, it stopped before it stains her. How could his dirty hands touch hers? His lips curl into a weak smile, eyes lowering as he uttered his last sincere to her, "I... Love... You."

If my death makes you happy. I... Die for you.

Rosalyn's eyes widened as his hand fell and the light in his eyes dim lifeless. Like a flower that finally withers.

"....."

Her lips opened slightly to speak but no words left her red lips. Her ruby eyes turned misty as she gritted her teeth and her shoulders trembled slightly. She pulled his corpse closed as if wanting to feel the warmth on his body.

"I hate... You."

 The words didn't match the lost expression on her face.

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Two months later.

A mass execution was processed in the Kingdom of Everland.

The rebellion languished under the Empress's overwhelming power. Shocking the world as she was announced as the youngest human that become an Archmage in history by the Head Mage tower himself.

The second prince who led the rebellion was executed in public and the nobles who didn't join the rebellion didn't dare step on the bottom line of the Queen and the royal family behind her nor dare utter marriage in her presence ever again after she blew away the nobleman that tried to propose to her.

With such a powerhouse staring closely, the other kingdoms dare not mess around, creating a sense of peace between them through fear, and the normalcy of the people peacefully went on.

In the central area of the church where that man died, Rosalyn was standing in front of God's statue whose face was faceless, shrouded in a sculpted long robe with his arms stretched as if accepting the person in the room.

The saintess whose head was lowered, her face covered by her golden blonde hair, and was kneeling in front of the statue, said calmly with a hint of coldness in her tone, "Do you regret it?"

Rosalyn didn't mind her attitude, and said softly, "I don't."

She would never regret it.

This was what he owed her in her last life. The hatred that was engraved in her bones wouldn't disappear if she hadn't taken revenge on all those people that destroyed her life in her last life.

But... What about him? 

This wasn't the first time, she thought about whether she made the right decision. Thinking of what he did compare to her last life, was so different. So different that it made her thoughts wander like a ghost trying to seek the answer in order to go into reincarnation. After all, he stayed by her when she was sick unlike what she remembered of him meeting up with that woman to plot behind her back. He brought her to a secret place and showed a beautiful scenery of a field of flowers and a house for them before going to war with a promise of only loving her for life while sending letters when possible. And died for her saying he loved her.

Should she be moved?

Rosalyn closed her eyes.

Is this person really the one who ruined everything in the previous life? Rosalyn thought.

If she hadn't been reborn...

Would things be different?

"Why?" She whispered so quietly that the saintess didn't hear what she whispered, opening her eyes that looks longing, she stared at the faceless god.

If this was really different. Why did you bring me back?

The faceless God did not answer.

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Beep!

Beep!

A neutral gender voice spoke in the darkness. 

[Main task 1: Prevent the De Heartfilia family from being wiped out (COMPLETED)]

[Main task 2: Help the Heroine of World Plane 01526 {Rosalyn De Heartfilia} take revenge (COMPLETED)]

-TO BE CONTINUE