She had been forced onto this journey by duty alone. As the Saint of Light, it was her mission to guide the hero, to help save the world from the devastation of war—even if it meant putting herself at risk.
When the party finally arrived at the village, they were greeted warmly by the people who had just survived the Demon's attack yesterday. Relief and gratitude shone in their eyes. Yet not everyone was pleased. The wealthier villagers muttered complaints, blaming the heroes for the destruction left in the wake of battle—the ruined homes, trampled fields, broken fences.
That day, the party threw themselves into work: healing the wounded, distributing food, restoring order. Night fell quickly, and exhaustion settled over every member. Even heroes, after all, were still human.
One of the girls in the hero party used magic to open a spatial gate, shimmering with a soft light, leading back to their inn.
This village was strange. No women at all—only men who had traveled and settled here.
Lyer lingered at the rear, lost in thought. Even those with selfish hearts… when their immediate problems were solved, they smiled. They showed joy, gratitude, even generosity. No theft. No malice. Seeing this happiness… it filled her with warmth. Perhaps, she thought, I can guide them toward the right path.
A soft smile touched her lips as she turned to step through the gate, satisfaction coursing through her.
And then—a voice sliced through the quiet.
"Ha… what a lucky day I'm having."
A man emerged from the shadows, wielding a cursed item. Before Lyer could react, the gate snapped shut behind her, sealing her inside. Her body refused to move. No matter how she struggled, the bindings held fast.
Panic clawed at her chest. More figures approached, shrouded in menace. Their intentions were unclear, but the danger was undeniable.
Tears pricked her eyes. Why is this happening? she whispered to herself, fear stealing her composure. My Lord… please protect me.
Meanwhile, the hero realized Lyer had not passed through the gate. Alarm surged through him. He focused, summoning every ounce of mana he possessed, desperate to reopen the gate and save her.
Lyer's breath came in shallow gasps. She closed her eyes, silent prayers flowing to her God, pleading for divine intervention.
And then… the world went utterly silent.