"This pain has been with me for years, constantly reminding me."
"Reminding me how cruel this world is."
"How weak I once was."
"And who I am."
"Where my hatred lies."
"How my parents died."
"It has been warning me of all of this."
"To me, this pain is both a curse and a source of motivation."
"If you healed it now, I think... it would feel as though I'd betrayed my past self."
"And..."
"My lord, didn't you say that if I won glory, you could even resurrect my parents?"
Kisara Tendo raised her head and looked at the sky stained red by the flames.
Although that enormous divine eye had vanished, its oppressive presence still lingered in the air.
-The sword of Damocles hanging overhead.
"If..."
At this point, Kisara Tendo's voice began to tremble.
"If my parents really can be resurrected, if that day really can come..."
"Then please leave it until that day."
"When I've truly won glory for you, my lord, when I can see my father and mother again..."
"Then I'll kneel before you and beg you to grant me a healthy body."
"But for now..."
"Please let me carry all these wounds and this pain into battle for you, to win glory for you."
"Because only then can I constantly remind myself."
"I'm someone who crawled back out of hell."
"I have no way back, and I don't need one."
"Pain is the best fuel."
"I need this pain to keep driving me, to tell me I can't stop, can't slack off, can't enjoy even a moment of comfort."
"If I'm healed now and grow comfortable..."
"I'm afraid... I'll forget what it felt like to struggle in hell."
"May I?"
"My lord?"
She would even worry that the sudden relief would make her