Academy Heroine’s Right Diagonal Back Seat

Lucifel, the Sword

By sacrificing his remaining life, the man turned Lucifel into a sword.

"Let’s meet again, Lucifel."

"I’ll wait for you."

Lucifel murmured these words as she remembered their final promise.

“…For however long it takes.”

And so began her indefinite wait.

Five years passed—a considerable length of time, yet not unbearable for someone like Lucifel, who had already lived more than twenty years without any meaning or purpose. Now, she had a clear reason: to reunite with him. This gave her patience.@@novelbin@@

“When we meet again, I wonder what you’ll look like. Hehe.”

Lucifel spent the time reminiscing about her memories with him, eagerly awaiting the day they would be reunited.

Fifty years passed.

A time nearing double the span of her life before her wait began.

“…You’re a little late.”

Though Lucifel had sworn to wait for as long as it took, she found herself slowly growing weary. Whenever that weariness surfaced, she desperately clung to the memories of him, now worn from constant recollection, and rekindled her feelings for the man buried deep in her heart.

She carefully stored those feelings away again, so they wouldn’t erode over time.

Lucifel waited, huddled protectively over those precious memories, determined to endure.