Amdesha — The threads that form a heart

“Does your world echo loneliness when you shout at the end of the tunnel—?”

Hundreds of years after the war has past and the Goddess of lost times, fallen. The Gods above seem to have taken interest in me, An Unnamed Knight.

I just wanted to rest. I lived all for Her, breathed for Her, died... For Her. For others. I was a tool, a living weapon. But standing by Her side, I bargained more than what I could. I felt alive amidst all the lies.
I didn't regret it even after death. Nonetheless it looks like even Death was not satisfied.

“Do not worry. Let’s meet again… someday, if possible. Let’s travel the world.”

An "After story" to the story of an Unnamed Knight who fought for lies that he made and believed it himself. Who now fights to learn the purpose of one's heart

Originally, I planned to write the prequel. But it wouldn't work as a wholesome male romance, will it?
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