Mary — POV
Then the pages changed abruptly.
The warm colors vanished.
Blood replaced them.
Cassel appeared again.
But this time, he was kneeling on the ground, blood covering his entire body.
My breathing stopped.
Cecil and I stood before him.
I saw myself crying.
I saw Cecil saying something I couldn't hear.
Then—
I plunged a knife into Cassel's chest.
My eyes widened in horror.
The pages did not stop.
I saw his body collapse.
I saw blood spreading beneath him.
And I saw myself… crying as I extracted his crystal core.
An icy chill spread through my limbs.
No…
No.
But the book continued.
It showed how Cecil and I obtained his power.
How we became stronger.
How the story ended with our victory.
Me…
The final queen of humanity.
I lived happily.
Beloved.
Revered.
Immortalized in the eyes of the world.
Slowly, I covered my mouth as my breathing grew heavier.
So…
This was the original story?
Was I the heroine?
Was I the main character of this world?
