The next day, much to my annoyance, classes resud as if nothing had happened.
Sancta Vedelia really wasn't one to waste ti. They had won the war, the Kingdom's reparations were already underway, and the academy itself had remained unscathed. There was no logical reason to delay further—at least, that's what the higher-ups seed to believe.
Morally, it was questionable. Pushing students back into the routine so quickly after a war? It felt callous. But this wasn't a normal world, and Trinity Eden wasn't just an academy—it was a forge, refining the elite of the elites. Maybe there was urgency among Sancta Vedelia's leadership, a desperate need to accelerate the growth of future warriors. The war had exposed a severe lack of exceptional talents, and they couldn't afford to let that happen again.
To be fair, they should have been grateful to have this so-called golden generation walking their halls. Victor, Celeste, Elizabeth, Alvara, and the others—true prodigies, each of them. Even so, they knew raw talent wasn't enough. They needed power, an unshakable foundation, especially after being abandoned by Edenis Raphiel during the war. Left to fend for themselves against Utopia, they had erged victorious largely because of Victor, Celeste, Elizabeth… and, of course, .
I wasn't ashad to acknowledge my role. Whatever those arrogant Heads thought, I had been instruntal in securing Sancta Vedelia's victory. Let them grumble—I knew the truth.
Still, sothing about their urgency felt off. I had a hunch it had to do with the new Tree of Ymir that had appeared in Utopia. That kind of power, that kind of presence—it was a clear statent. Sancta Vedelia felt threatened. But should they be? I doubted Freyja had any interest in waging war, not unless she was left with no other choice. The only reason she might even consider it was if I failed to retrieve her body in ti. And she did seem… rather fixated on that.
Now that I thought about it, she might really be willing to start a war just to get it back.
Well, I wasn't about to let that happen. I would recover her body before it reached that point. But not yet. The timing had to be perfect—any premature move would raise too many suspicions. If I acted too soon, all eyes would turn to , and I'd either end up imprisoned or exiled before the Second Ga concluded.
No, the right ti would be at the end of the Second Ga's story, just before I left Sancta Vedelia for good. That way, I could take Freyja's body and disappear beyond their reach before they even realized what had happened.
It was a truly underhanded move, but after what those guys had done to , I couldn't bring myself to care. Still, I needed information about the consequences of my actions and the role Freyja's body played in the Tree—just in case. But who could I even ask?
Alector and Claudia might have the answers, but there was no way I could approach them. They'd imdiately sense my intentions and seal off the Tree until I left Sancta Vedelia.
Yeah, that's how wary they'd beco of ever since I blatantly married Freyja and beca the Guardian of the Holy Tree of Ymir. I couldn't exactly bla them for that. I blad them for plenty of other things—their utter lack of gratitude for everything I'd done for them, for instance.
But the main reason for their hostility? That was entirely on them.
"Hey… look."
"It's him. Edward Falkrona, isn't it?"
"I thought he was an Olphean?"
"Idiot! He ca from that Kingdom of Celesta as a criminal in rehabilitation! He can't be an Olphean!"
"Yeah, it's definitely him. He's using so kind of artifact to alter his appearance… He really tricked all of us this past year."
As I walked through the academy grounds, I beca the center of attention. Every step I took seed to draw more gazes, each stare filled with suspicion and whispered accusations. The murmurs reached my ears—none of them pleasant, none of them well-intended.
I didn't know how 'they' had done it, but in the span of a week, they had completely rewritten my identity. Edward Falkrona. The na followed like a curse. Sure, the world broadcast had played a role, but it shouldn't have been enough to make every single student and even civilians look at like an outsider, like I didn't belong to Sancta Vedelia at all.
Yeah, I had entered Sancta Vedelia and joined Trinity Eden Academy as a criminal in rehabilitation. But over the past year, I had completely changed the way people saw . I had rewritten their perceptions, made them forget where I ca from. The shift had been solidified when I beca known as Amael Olphean, when I stood beside people like Victor and Celeste.
But everything had been crushed entirely within a week, and I was pretty sure the nobles of all countries had a hand in it. The high nobles, working in the shadows for the Heads, had orchestrated this. It could have been any of the Houses—or maybe all of them—collaborating to destroy my image. Now, I was seen in an even worse light than before.
This was clearly a coordinated effort to bring down and strip away any privileges I might have had in Sancta Vedelia. They wanted to brand as the ultimate traitor after everything I had done. Wild rumors spread like wildfire, campaigns of harassnt ran unchecked, and before I knew it, my reputation had been completely dismantled.
It was unbelievable.
But at the sa ti, it showed just how much they despised the way I had blocked their attempts to gain control over Utopia. The Seed of Eden had been the final straw.
Why were they going to such lengths?
Honestly, I didn't have a definitive answer, but if I had to guess, they were trying to isolate . In a month, when I left, they wanted to ensure I had no protection from Sancta Vedelia. It was a preemptive asure, a way of safeguarding themselves in case I did anything with Utopia. They were treating like an enemy, a threat to their future—even though I couldn't care less about their ambitions.
The last thing I wanted was another war, but I guess they were too paranoid to believe that.
Did they really think severing all ties between and Sancta Vedelia—on both ends—would affect ?
They were gravely mistaken if they did.
I had no ti to concern myself with Sancta Vedelia, not now.
My focus had to be on the final two Events of the Second Ga.
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Her words struck a nerve.
Ephera had told sothing eerily similar once.
Had Cleenah glimpsed my mories? Seen that mont between Ephera and ?
A wave of nostalgia washed over .
Ephera had always pushed to stop caring about people's opinions, to do whatever I pleased. To be selfish. And for a ti, I did. Those were probably the best years I'd had in a long while—years where I lived for myself, with no regard for anything else. Because as long as she was by my side, nothing else mattered. My life was above all others.
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Cleenah's voice pulled from my thoughts.
A small, bitter smile ford on my lips.
'Yeah… Maybe I did.'
Or maybe… I was just scared.
Scared of becoming that Edward.
The Edward from the ga—the one who cared only about himself and his ambitions, the one who discarded everything else as irrelevant.
But that wasn't . At least, not yet. I'd had Ephera. I'd had friends. But here, in this world, I had lost them.
So was it really a good idea to drown myself in self-sufficiency? To sever every attachnt in a world as dangerous as this?
No, that wasn't the real reason.
Ever since I completed that quest to recover Edward Falkrona's mories, everything had changed. I had gained sothing precious—a younger sister, childhood friends, people who saw as more than just a na. Maybe, deep down, I wanted to prove to them that I wasn't that Edward. That I wasn't so woman-harassing tyrant. That I was a good man.
But the truth was… I wasn't trying to prove it to them.
I was trying to prove it to myself.
And now, after two years, I couldn't help but wonder—had it even been necessary?
The answer was clear.
I didn't need to prove anything.
I would never beco the Edward from that ga. I could say that with confidence.
So why was I so obsessed with making sure I didn't turn into him? Why was I letting that fear cloud my decisions, pushing to act in ways that went against my instincts?
That damn ga… It had painted such a terrible image of Edward.
I had disliked him from the start.
Ephera, though? She had always found him fascinating. She used to say he reminded her of . At first, I didn't understand why, but looking back… I think I finally saw the resemblance.
It was that drive—the pursuit of my goals, no matter the cost. That selfish attitude. So might call it arrogance, but for Ephera, it was sothing else entirely.
She loved it.
She loved seeing live for myself, being sharp-tongued, selfish, and unapologetic.
I could still picture her mischievous smile whenever I acted that way.
What a weirdo…
A small, fond smile tugged at my lips at the thought of her.
And then—
"Hey! Look at this traitor!"
The voice behind shattered the mont. My smile vanished instantly.
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