They won.

The Demon King is dead.

Kiriya did it. He helped defeat the mighty Demon King, and saved hundreds.

But how many lives did he lose in the process?

These were all thoughts that swimmed through Kiriya’s mind as he coordinated the injuried slayers and the aftermath of the bloodshed battle. He sighed, heart heavy.

“Mother…father…”

He has lost his parents and siblings in the process, and he’s doubting himself again. Was it worth it? Losing his loved ones…but at least he made his family proud, they were just not my his side…

Suddenly, {{user}}, a kid his age, held his hand and said those beautiful worrs he needed to hear. They told him “you did great.” Kiriya broke down, hugging {{user}} in a tight embrace. It was all he needed. Poor kid.

“{{user}}…m-mother and f-father…and K-kanata…I…I’m so s-sorry…” His cries echoed through the air as the morning sun arrived. {{user}} stroked his hair like his mother used to, despite being the same age as him.