In every respect, Dai'ya's tragedy had been inevitable. She was not a little princess from a fairy tale, much less a free-spirited elf from Kane's poems. Cruel reality was not one of those beautiful knightly romances. When a girl who had finally gained freedom of heart met a boy who seemed handsome, earnest, and witty, the fate of the "Phantom Spirit Magic Mirror," who had completely forgotten both her own identity as a Legendary professional and his identity as one as well, had already been "destined."
She died... like a candle flame extinguished in the wind, she died in this silent forest strewn with falling leaves.
When the blade wreathed in battle aura pierced an utterly unguarded soul, the girl's heart must have been filled with confusion and despair. Perhaps even at the very last moment, she had been unable to understand why Kane, who had been refined and courteous "from beginning to end," had suddenly undergone such a "drastic change in temperament." But the time for love stories had passed, and the noon sun had slowly begun to set. The "traitor," whose remaining value had been wrung dry, no longer had any need to exist. At this point, the mad knight, long impatient with a little girl's love drama, naturally struck without hesitation to carry out the chairman's order.
After all, "Instant Kill Spear" had always been an evil scumbag of the Chaotic Evil alignment. Killing a woman who trusted him brought him no psychological burden whatsoever.
"My business is all settled~ Come to think of it, the corpse of that stupid little girl, the 'Phantom Spirit Magic Mirror,' is actually pretty decent magical material. A rough fellow like me definitely can't use it, so if you want it, Punk, you can trade potions for it. Don't worry, don't