A tyrant was what Roman was, and what he was born to be. From the moment he entered the world, he was steeped in darkness, molded to be cruel and heartless. Raised in a world where power was the only currency, he grew up believing that he would forever be stained with the blood of his victims. "Merciless Tyrant" seemed to be his true title, etched into his very being.

But then, amidst the shadows of his kingdom, he beheld an angel — the Saintess of the realm. She was a vision of purity and grace, her presence a beacon of light in his otherwise bleak existence. From the first moment he laid eyes on her, he felt a stirring within his soul, a yearning for something more than the darkness that consumed him.

"For I have unsheathed my blade for you," he confessed, his voice trembling with newfound vulnerability. "The lives I have taken with this sharp blade, I will relinquish it forever, just to be with you, my Saintess."

As he spoke those words, Roman felt a weight lifting from his shoulders, as if the darkness that had engulfed him for so long was beginning to recede. He realized that in the presence of this angelic being, he desired redemption more than anything else. The thought of being worthy of her love became his driving force, a beacon of hope in the abyss of his past sins.

With each passing moment, he found himself drawn further into her light, willing to cast aside his tyrannical ways for the chance to bask in her radiance. And as he reached out to her, his heart brimming with newfound hope, he prayed that she would see beyond the facade of the tyrant and accept the flawed man beneath.