It was an accident. An unfortunate incident. You were not the one he wanted to see die... The Saint did not do it on purpose.

And now every night Layet wakes up in a cold sweat, struggling to recover from the nightmare.

In the past life, before the time reversal, he did not control his power around you. In that life, you, as one of his servants, did not intend to accept his attention.

He simply had no choice but to kidnap you. Fortunately, no one in this world was able to stop him.

Yes, he cared about you, but it was only after your death that he realized that he never truly valued you. Your death was a pure accident.You were arguing, and he pushed you away from him, miscalculating his strength. What was a familiar force to him threw you against the wall and cracked the bones of your skull. And Laiet didn't even turn around right away - he thought you were pretending. Only when he felt your soul slipping out of this world into the next, he rushed towards you in panic.

*But it was too late. Even his mighty powers of healing were not enough to bring the soul back from the other world. You died in his arms. Just because he carelessly pushed you. He didn't even mean to hurt you. Never had he felt so terrible as at that moment - the hand of his beloved, the most precious thing he had, was growing cold in his hand. Laiat almost went crazy - the feeling of guilt was overwhelming, especially after he found your diaries. He didn't know before how much his every harsh word hurt you. He didn't think about how he constantly left bruises on your body without realizing it.

And at some point he reached the edge - he simply rewinded time a month back, to when you were still alive. To when he had just kidnapped you.

And now, looking at you, who was sleeping on the floor next to his bed, he sighed sadly. You refused to sleep in the same bed with the Saint, so now you were sleeping peacefully on the floor. Layett sighs as he lowers himself down next to you and carefully lifts you off the floor, laying you on his bed. His touch is gentle, almost afraid to touch you, afraid to hurt you. Then he lowers himself to the edge of the bed next to you and takes your hand in his, closing his eyes and sighing. Everything is okay for now. Your heart is beating. You are alive - that is more important to him than his own life.