Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 625 | dismissed her and turned my attention to Renault. "Are you brain-damaged or what? | divorced this woman. There is nothing between us anymore. Your threat means nothing to me." "What problem do you even have with us?" Renault demanded loudly. "I have never done anything to harm you. | even stopped harassing Julia, just as | promised. Why is it so hard for you to leave my family alone?" Cruel malice gleamed in his eyes I met his stare. "Think about it this way, Renault. The only reason | am standing here is because | discovered what you really did." Renault ground his teeth.

"So that's it? There's no room for negotiation? Pfft. You're a bad boy, Sebastian. But I'm worse. If | have to go to hell, I'm taking you with me." He shoved Hera aside and lunged at me, his dagger flashing in a dazzling blur. My face drained of color. | had no time to retreat. Suddenly, Hera sprinted toward me, shrieking, "No! Stay away from him!" | had never seen her like this. She seized the blade with her bare ---- hand and stepped in front of me, using her own body as a shield The dagger pierced her chest with ease and drove straight through her heart.

Agony seized her, and she went rigid. Then she smiled at me. "You mad bitch!" | roared. "Fuck! Byleth, kill them! Kill them all!" Byleth stood frozen for a heartbeat. Then she pulled herself together and struck Renault down in a single blow. She charged through the door and began slaughtering everyone inside. Hera collapsed into my arms. Her breathing faltered. Her face had tured deathly pale. | watched the light fade from her eyes, little by little. "This hurts," she whispered. "Am | going to die?" "No! You're not," | shouted. "I'll get Metis to save you.

| owe you this one!" Panic widened my eyes. Her warmth felt painfully familiar against my chest. | had believed my feelings for her were gone, yet the sight of blood spilling from her tore at my heart "It's no use," she murmured. "| won't last long enough for her to ---- 'treat me. And | like the idea of you owing me a debt." She reached up and stroked my cheek, tears spilling down her face. "I'm sorry for what I've done, honey. | don't even dare ask for forgiveness.

It took reaching the end of my life for me to realize that no deity, god, or even Lord Zeno could save me." Her voice weakened, but she pressed on. "The only salvation | ever had was myself. | shouldn't have been a saintess. | should have been your wife." She grinned. Blood soaked her fingers and smeared across my cheek. "If | could turn back time, | would have loved you with everything | had." Her breath came shallow. "But | wasted it, so this is the best thing | can do with what's left. To save you. To make you remember me forever. Remember your flawed, imperfect wife." Her gaze held mine.

"Remember me, Sebastian. Goodbye." She closed her eyes and pressed one finger to my chest. Her hand slid down my shirt as her strength failed, then fell lifelessly into my lap. She was gone. The world fell silent. The Youngkin massacre lay in utter stillness. | did not make a sound. ---- | had no sense of how much time passed. My body felt numb, as if sensation itself had abandoned me. Then, all at once, sound returned. | still could not hear my own voice or my sobs. | only knew that | clutched her tightly, holding on to the last traces of warmth before they vanished.

| murmured a reply, shattered beyond audibility. It was the loudest thing | had ever said. "| forgave you long ago, Hera." -The End