Killed by the Love I Believed In, I Shatter Everything with a Greatsword - On a night of black storms, my sister's name.

The darkness of the Lower District ran deep. In the depths of an alley where sunlight never reached, even during the day, Allen glared at a scrap of paper pinned to the wall. A copy of a ledger. Rows of numbers. Dates. Names of business partners. Everything here was proof of House Fernan's crimes. (*With this much...*) He traced it with his finger. Two years' worth of dirty money flowing. Assassinations. Threats. Bribes. And—the day his family was killed was also etched into this ledger as numbers. *Crunch.* He crushed a piece of charcoal in his grip. His fingers were stained black. He didn't care. Outside, it was already night. Starlight faintly streamed through a broken window. Every time the wind blew, the papers on the wall rustled noisily. Allen stood up. That was when it happened. A faint sense of alarm sparked deep in his ears. A sense honed over two years in the mountains, whittling away at his very life. He picked up sounds no ordinary person could hear. Footsteps crushing grass. Suppressed breathing. The sound of metal brushing against clothing. One, two, three— (*Ten of them.*) Allen extended his right hand forward. "Come out." Black light gathered in his palm, and a jet-black greatsword materialized. Its murky blade swallowed the moonlight. —In that instant. *BANG!!* The door was kicked in. At the same time, the window shattered, scattering shards of glass. The intruders poured in like an avalanche. In their hands, swords of forged demon-steel. The pale blue glow of their magic power sliced through the darkness of the abandoned building. The man at the front charged in. Allen did not move. The man's sword thrust forward, aimed at Allen's throat—just a moment before it connected, Allen shifted his body half a step to the left. The blade sliced through a few strands of his hair and cut empty air. *Shunk.* Allen's black sword slashed diagonally upward across the man's flank. "Gah...!" Fresh blood splattered against the wall. The man collapsed without another sound. The second. Without turning around, Allen thrust his sword behind him. It precisely pierced the chest of the man who had been about to strike him from behind. "Guah!" He pulled the sword out. The man fell. The third was already leaping at Allen from above. But the ceiling was low. The man's sword struck a beam, stopping his movement for an instant. In that gap, Allen's blade mowed through the man's legs. "Gyaaah!!" —A pool of blood spread across the floor. Allen's breathing remained steady. One by one, he dispatched them with certainty. It was a fighting style that exploited the room's narrowness. No matter how many enemies there were, it didn't matter if they couldn't attack him all at once. But. *Zan!!* The fourth man, who had leaped through the window, grazed Allen's left side with his sword. "...!" Pain shot through him. A cold sensation, followed by hot blood gushing out. The smell of torn flesh stung his nose. Deep. This wound was deep. Still, Allen did not stop. Clenching his teeth, he swept his black sword horizontally. The fourth man's head flew off. The fifth. The sixth. His arms grew heavy. The shape of the sword began to waver faintly. Idea Forging consumed mental strength. The longer the battle dragged on, the more unstable this power became. (*...Not yet.*) Allen told himself. He didn't have the leeway to count how many were left. He just cut down the enemy in front of him. He focused solely on that. The seventh. He kicked off the right wall and crashed into the enemy from the side. The opponent's sword slashed open Allen's right arm, but he paid it no mind and drove his blade through. He was covered in blood. Whether it was the enemy's blood or his own, he no longer knew. The floor of the abandoned building was wet and dark red, making a squelching sound with every step he took. The eighth. He cornered the man against the wall and brought his sword down. The man was cleaved in two, from shoulder to hip. The ninth— At that moment, Allen fell to one knee. The wound in his left side burned with heat. The bleeding wouldn't stop. The wound on his right hand was also deep. The sensation in his fingers was fading, and the strength to grip his sword was draining away. The black sword wavered again. Even so, he looked up at the last man standing before him. It was the ninth. "...Hahh... hahh..." His breathing was ragged. His vision blurred. Even so, he moved his body with hatred. He kicked off the ground and charged, mustering the last of his strength. *CLANG!!* Sparks flew. He smashed the ninth man's sword with his black blade. Carrying that momentum, he pierced the man's chest. "...Guhah." The man fell. Allen also dropped to his knees. He might not be able to stand anymore. That was when it happened. *Creeeak...* Slowly, the door opened. A single man entered. Close-cropped gray hair mixed with white. Emotionless, murky brown eyes. Half of his left earlobe was missing. Galt Becken. He did not draw his sword. He merely glanced at his nine fallen subordinates, then shifted his gaze to the blood-soaked Allen. "...Nine, huh." Galt's voice was far too calm. Allen raised his head. Clenching his teeth, he readied his black sword with trembling arms. The blade was already flickering, as if about to vanish at any moment. "Galt..." He called the name, filled with hatred. But Galt did not move. Expressionless, he looked down at Allen. With eyes like a dead fish, he simply watched. "I have a message from Lady Lilia." Allen's expression froze. Galt continued, word for word, in the same tone. "Your little sister was disposed of half a year ago." —Time stopped. Inside Allen's head, he heard the sound of something crumbling. His sister. ...He had thought she was alive. Somewhere, still. That at least Lilia wouldn't lay a hand on that child. He had believed that, without any basis. He was wrong. "............Ah." What came out of his mouth was a sound that couldn't form words. "Ah... Aaah..." His knees hit the ground. The sword vanished. He clutched his head and crouched down. His entire body trembled. Cold. He was so cold he couldn't breathe. His sister's smiling face floated into his mind. When was the last time he saw her? Three years ago? She was still well then, and they had promised to meet again— "...Uu... AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" A scream echoed through the abandoned building. He didn't know himself if he was crying or screaming. Just that a voice loud enough to tear his throat was coming out on its own. In that moment— Black light erupted from Allen's entire body. A murky vortex swelled up, centered on Allen. A storm of formless emotion, a mixture of rage and sorrow, sent his Idea Forging berserk. The light pushed the walls of the abandoned building outward from the inside. The pillars groaned and creaked. The floor buckled upward. Rubble floated in the air. Galt was already moving. An instant before the explosion, he threw himself out the back window. He vanished into the darkness just as the shockwave blew the building apart. —*BOOOOOOOM!!!!* The abandoned building collapsed. The roof blew off, and the walls burst outward. Splinters of wood and clouds of dust billowed up into the night sky. Silence descended. Somewhere, a dog was barking. In the distance, someone was shouting. The abandoned building no longer retained its original form. Amidst the rubble, Allen lay collapsed on his back. Blood still flowed from his left side, a red puddle spreading on the ground. The wound on his right arm was also deep. His body was already in tatters. Even so, he was conscious. He could see the night sky. The clouds parted, and starlight illuminated the rubble. Allen's mouth moved faintly. "...Milia." It was his sister's name. That was all. No tears came. There was nothing left inside him to shed. With a hollowed-out face, he simply stared at the stars. How long did he stay like that? Eventually, Allen pushed aside the rubble with his trembling right arm. Pain wracked his entire body. Even so, he clenched his teeth and rose. He looked around. The copy of the ledger— There. It lay in a corner of the collapsed wall, covered in dust. He crawled toward it and picked it up with bloodied hands. The evidence was still in his grasp. Two days until the engagement celebration. He was gravely injured. If the wound on his left side didn't close, he would die. He didn't know if his right arm could even hold a sword anymore. Even so. Allen stood up. Moonlight streamed through a crack in the collapsed wall. The white light illuminated his profile. There was no more sadness in that expression. Only a quiet resolve dwelled in his cold, gray eyes. His sister was gone. There was nothing left for him to protect. So— (*All that's left is to destroy.*) Allen took a step forward. Leaving bloody footprints on the rubble, he vanished into the darkness. His back, illuminated by the moonlight, cast a long, dark shadow upon the ground.

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