Killed by the Love I Believed In, I Shatter Everything with a Greatsword - False Smile, Black Sword

The pale blue light of the Demon Forge illuminated Allen's face. He hadn't slept a wink. He'd sat on the stone floor of the workshop, waiting for dawn to break. He looked at his palms. They were trembling faintly. He'd clenched his fists so hard that the marks of his nails were etched deep into the skin. (Lilia... my family?) The scene from last night wouldn't leave his mind. The dim corridor. Lilia leaning against the wall. And that cold voice. *"Now the nuisance is gone."* Those words repeated endlessly in his head. Every time he thought about them, the depths of his chest felt like they were freezing over. Everything he'd believed in until yesterday... it was all a lie. Inside the Demon Forge, the Lenz ore glowed with a faint blue-green light. Normally, seeing that light would calm him. But not now. It felt cold. So terribly cold. "...I have to confirm it." He spoke aloud. His voice was trembling. Maybe it was some kind of mistake. He wanted to believe that. But that voice had carried unmistakable malice. Allen stood up. His knees felt heavy. His whole body felt like it was made of lead. But he had to move. When he stepped outside the workshop, the morning mist hung over the courtyard. The air was crisp and cold, biting at his skin. The stone paving was wet with night dew, and his footsteps echoed unnervingly loud. One of the guards stood near the gate. "I have a message for Lady Lilia." "At this early hour?" "It's urgent." The guard looked slightly surprised but nodded and walked off. Allen stood alone in the courtyard. No one else was around. Surrounded by old stone walls, only the sky stretched wide above him. Gray clouds drifted slowly by. (If it's really true...) Thinking about what came next made his chest ache. But he couldn't stop himself from thinking. Father. Mother. And his little sister, still only ten years old. Had Lilia killed them all? He clenched his fists. His nails bit into his palms, sending a sharp pain through them. But that pain felt like the only thing holding him together right now. How long had he waited? He heard faint footsteps. Looking up, he saw Lilia standing at the entrance to the courtyard. Her rich, platinum-blonde curls shimmered like pearls in the morning light. Her large emerald-green eyes fixed on Allen. She wore a white dress and bore her usual gentle smile. "Allen, what brings you here so early in the morning?" That voice was so sweet, so tender. Until yesterday, it was a voice Allen had loved. But not anymore. Behind that kindness, he now sensed a cold blade hidden. Allen drew a breath. "I heard you last night." Lilia's smile froze for an instant. "...Heard what?" "You talking to a guard. Saying, 'The nuisance is gone.'" Lilia was silent. But the next moment— Her gentle smile vanished cleanly from her face. Her emerald-green eyes narrowed, cold as ice. It was a face Allen had never once seen before. "...Ah, that." Even her voice had changed. The sweet tone from moments ago was nowhere to be found. It was a cold, dismissive voice. "If you've overheard, then it can't be helped." Lilia gave a small shake of her head. The gesture seemed to say she'd been dragged into something troublesome. "That's right. I killed your family." Something snapped inside Allen's head. "...Why?" His voice was hoarse. So small he could barely hear it himself. "Because they were in the way." Lilia said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I am a daughter of House Fernan. But we're mid-ranking nobles. The high nobles always look down on me. They laugh behind my back, calling me an upstart from a family of medicine peddlers." Her voice was filled with anger. Not directed at Allen. It was a larger anger, aimed at the world itself. "So I decided. I would rise above everyone. And I don't care what it takes to get there." "Even so... my family..." "You were a convenient pawn for me. A pure, foolish boy clinging to the grief of losing his family. I thought if I manipulated you properly, I could use you as a Demon Forger." Lilia let out a soft giggle. "But that's enough. I have no more use for you." Allen's body began to tremble. It wasn't grief. It was rage. A pitch-black fury, unlike anything he'd ever felt, surged up from the depths of his chest. "You... you...!" A scream tore from the back of his throat. In that instant— A black light began to gather in Allen's right hand. A murky, pitch-black light, as if darkness itself had condensed. It shifted form in a split second, becoming a single greatsword. The blade was over a meter long. Its jet-black edge swallowed the morning light, gleaming ominously. The weight was solid in his hand, yet it felt as if it clung to his grip. Lilia's eyes widened. For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on her face. "...What is that?" But her cold expression quickly returned. "Galt." Her voice was quiet. As if answering that call, a man emerged from the shadows of the courtyard. He was tall. Short gray hair, murky brown eyes. Half of his left earlobe was missing. His face was expressionless, like a doll's. The leader of the Iron Lid Brigade, Galt Becken. "...Work, is it." Galt muttered curtly. Allen gripped the greatsword with both hands and stepped toward Galt. (I have no choice but to fight.) "Get out of my way!!" He shouted, swinging the sword down. But— Galt dodged lightly. As if he were weightless as a feather. The next instant, Galt's fist slammed into Allen's side. A dull thud. "Gah...!" His breath stopped. His vision went white. Allen collapsed onto the stone paving just like that. The greatsword slipped from his hand. The sword vanished with a sound, dissolving into the air like black mist. "Not... done yet..." He tried to stand. But Galt's foot stomped down on Allen's back. "...You're weak." Galt's voice held not a shred of emotion. He was simply stating a fact. Another kick flew in. A dull impact near his ribs. *Crack.* He heard the sound of bone breaking. "Aaaaaah!!" The pain dyed his vision red. He couldn't breathe. His mouth filled with the taste of blood. "...Not yet." Even so, Allen tried to get up. He stretched out his arm. His trembling fingers crawled across the stone. At that moment, Lilia approached. She looked down at Allen coldly. Her eyes were like those of someone looking at an insect on the roadside. "Oh, that reminds me. I've already made arrangements for your little sister, too." Allen's movements stopped. "...What?" "It means if you get in my way, your sister will meet the same fate. Understood?" His sister. His young sister, still only ten years old. The one person in his family who should have survived— "Stop... stop it!!" Despair, rage, sorrow—everything mixed together and became Allen's scream. But his voice was already hoarse. His consciousness began to fade. Wordlessly, Galt grabbed Allen by the hair. He dragged him just like that. A trail of blood was left on the stone paving. The last thing he saw was Lilia's back. She had already turned away from Allen and was leaving the courtyard. Her steps were so elegant. As if she were heading to a ball with her fiancé, the king's younger brother Diethart. As if nothing had happened. (Lilia... I swear...) Allen's consciousness cut off there with a snap.

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