Wazy walked up to a grave.
Within it slept a woman, someone he could never forget.
Why had he become a church lapdog in the first place?
As a Guardian Knight, his hands were stained with countless debts of blood. He was like a demon.
Yet it had all begun because of her—the girl lying in this grave.
Wazy had killed her with his own hands.
When she had been used as a human shield by a jaeger corps, Wazy had not hesitated to sacrifice her life, killing that powerful jaeger through her heart.
It was also then that the Stigma in his heart had been planted.
He had fallen into decadence, drinking and making merry all day in Crossbell's bars. Yet his strength was enough to make him a gang boss; even while indulging in nightlife every night, he had become a force in Crossbell's underworld that could not be ignored.
Until he met Lloyd.
Wazy knew that his fate would ultimately be changed by a man like him.
With his passion, precise judgment, and the outstanding qualities of an excellent captain, he had completely won over Wazy, a man from the dark world. Now, standing before this familiar grave, Wazy no longer felt regret or self-reproach.
What he wanted was to pass the trial of this illusory scene, return to the team, and risk his life to help everyone escape this place.
A woman's figure appeared above the grave.
It was her.
Her face was grim and deathly pale, steeped in endless chill. She coldly asked him a question:
"Why did you kill me?"
Wazy's smile was even colder than hers.
"Because I could no longer save you."
Her soul stepped closer to Wazy.
"Does that make it a reason for you to kill me?"
Wazy's stern, lonely