—Welcome, my lord. Your throne awaits.
The being keeps staring at me, while I remain silent. How could I not? All of a sudden you murder a beautiful girl who turns out to be a final boss and, right after that, you're in a room that looks like it was taken out of an ancient palace.
—Oh? Should I be more appropriate?
More appropriate? Wait… what happened? I was supposed to have completed the zone. Why the hell am I standing in front of a winged being?
—Who are you? I'm supposed to have defeated the boss.
I look straight at him. Around me there are more people, all bowing for some reason I don't know. Also, there's an imposing throne with a large crown made of blue pearls and even diamonds. The crown rests right where a king should sit… or someone powerful.
—Yes, you just murdered my daughter. That's a bit chaotic, but an inferior being like me cannot question your decisions.
I still don't understand a damn thing. After thinking about it for a bit, I decide to leave the place. There's no way to continue standing in front of that being, and everything definitely feels far too suspicious.
But then he mentions a name…
The name he says makes me turn my gaze. It's someone important, someone I lost in the past. A past where I acted like a spoiled child with a virtual toy.
My decisions turned me into someone absurdly powerful, but who had to lose everything to achieve it.
I start pulling out the mithril dagger I had in my inventory.
As I do, tears begin to well up in my eyes. Everything that being says is exactly what happened throughout my story.
That makes me think that, seriously, everything he says is partly very true. Then I stop when I hear the voice of a girl in my head, asking for help.
She's a defenseless child, trapped in chains. She cries inconsolably, because her father didn't arrive in time.
The being appears in front of me and destroys the mithril dagger as if it were glass. He looks me straight in the eyes and says something that makes me feel as if I were in the middle of a snowstorm.
—I am the Observer, my lord. You must return to where you belong, even if I have to do it by force…
I think this won't end well… They say that what starts well ends badly, and what starts badly ends well.
The ironic thing is that I've done both, and it always ends the same.
[Congratulations! You have reached level 100.]
Title assigned…
The screen split in two.
It's time to remember what it was that I did wrong.