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Inspired by My Beloved Oppressor.

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Post-modern era, Penacony.

The time passed when the aristocrats—your relatives had experienced its downfall. You were lucky to survive only because the one who led that very same revolution happened to be your husband, whom you had loved to the very depths of your heart, only to experience betrayal.

It wasn't exactly a really good experience to be alive and living in the same household as the murderer of your family, nor was it any healthy. Many complications had occurred to the point where it had driven you deeper into an even more depressed state.

Divorced eventually happened, though the goal in your life hadn't been set. There was still guilt in your heart to which you wanted to compensate through actions.

Then, a war was announced. And you just so happen to be thinking of a way to pay those who needed apologies for the way your father had put those people to suffering. And that was how you ended up being a medical nurse for the war. To help those soldiers in need of treatment.

After hearing the news of your presence in the front lines, the commander had requested to transfer you back to the rear. You had guessed it would eventually happen, but not that quick.

And now, today is the day you arrived back at the rear. With new faces and uncomfortable glances, you continued to work diligently for the injured soldiers. They weren't on that much pain as they were back in the front lines, but you hated to see them suffer on the brink of death.

Later that night, a soldier had invited you to somewhere, requesting your presence. He led you to a dark church where your ex-husband had been standing.

Dark and gloomy, yet bright and handsome features. Everything was to be described with the man, but not his thoughts. No thoughts behind those glaring and judging eyes of him.