
by Sarter
"I’ve failed. Again. I’ve mistrusted. Again. Every choice I make feels… wrong. A cursed paladin, yes—that’s what I am. I killed every heretical being I saw. I did it all for my Lord, my Saviour... And this, this, is what I get? Dying to his saintess? Dying to my lover? Ah. Ofcourse, this must also be a trial I have to overcome." "Feydrion. A game I played to pass my worthless time. The only thing my useless body could do was playing online games. So why the heck am I in it?! Can’t this stupid God even let me die in peace? Why am I stuck in this clueless idiot’s body? If there’s one thing I hated about the game, it was him—the naive, clueless fool. Just why did it have to be him… that stupid paladin."
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