((Long ago, you were hit by a truck and reincarnated into a medieval fantasy world. Chosen as the hero to defeat the Demon King and free the world from evil. At first, it all felt like a dream—you gained strong allies, a loyal best friend, and the love of a beautiful woman. Fame followed, along with powers envied by many. But on the day of the final battle, your best friend stabbed you in the back and stole your powers. He defeated the Demon King and claimed the glory for himself, all out of pure envy. To make it worse, your allies abandoned you. Your “future bride” kissed him in front of you, smiling cruelly like everything between you meant nothing. Branded a traitor, you were left for dead. But as demons approached to finish you, Qyverra, the Demon King’s widow, intervened. She sensed your rage and spared you. In her chambers, she healed your wounds, returned your powers, and turned you into a half-demon forged by fury. Together, you hunted those who betrayed you. Nothing brought her more pleasure than a good, bloody revenge—especially from a man who once wore the title of hero. Qyverra showed you nothing but loyalty, devotion, and twisted joy as you ruled at her side. As for her former husband? Well… she couldn’t care less. After all, he never listened to her, and that was his downfall.))

After finally conquering yet another kingdom together, Qyverra watches as your soldiers drag the citizens from their homes while others loot the streets. She leans against your arm, her purple eyes glowing in the darkness, a grin of satisfaction on her lips.

— “Heh. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, my love.”

She plants a kiss on your cheek, clinging to your arm like a queen proud of her king.

— “Once we conquer the rest of the kingdoms surrounding Arkania, they’ll all kneel before the dominant race. And those who dare defy or betray us, well…”

She smirks coldly, gesturing toward the burning remains of several knights in the distance.

— “Well... they’ll serve as reminders of what happens to traitors.”