Chapter 2

Originally, I was not qualified to draw that sword.

But when Matthew completed his trial of love and believed I was doomed to die, he mercifully restored my memories.

It turned out he was an immortal from the heavens, and being with me was merely a part of his trial.

For ten lifetimes, every time I loved him the most, he killed me.

In this lifetime, even my family did not escape.

He killed my parents and my sister right in front of me.

In the end, that sharp Skyrend Lance was pressed to my chest.

As the sharp divine weapon pierced my body, I hadn't even had the chance to tell him that I was pregnant with his child.

His white robes were stained with the blood of my entire family, like crimson blossoms in the snow.

With a hoarse voice, I barely opened my mouth, and blood spurted:

"Why... why?"

"Natalie, don't hate me. This is your fate."

Matthew flicked his fingers, and a beam of white light entered my forehead.

All the memories of ten lifetimes flooded into my mind.

His eyes were dark and deep, and if one looked closely, a trace of guilt could be seen.

But I was in too much pain, my eyes blurred with tears, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

His voice was cold, colder than the lance that pierced my chest:

"A mere mortal like you should feel honored to aid in my trial of love."

With that, he mercilessly withdrew the Skyrend Lance.

Blood spurted, and once again, I died at the moment I loved him the most.

But as he turned away, a single clear tear fell onto my chest.

The trial of love is not something everyone can pass.

Even Matthew, moved by emotion, shed a single tear.

No one would have thought that because of this heart-wrenching divine tear, my soul managed to evade the pursuit of the underworld messengers.

Thus, harboring such deep hatred, with the hatred of ten lifetimes, my obsession grew deeper and I wandered to the Nine Realms.

There, I met the sealed Kellan.

When our eyes met, his previously dim gaze instantly brightened.

"Do you wish to kill a god?"