The country was wrapped up in war.
The girl was aware...
That each time she got wrapped up in that war, she died as a result.
She knew that better than anyone else.
But the girl did not know...
That the boy was summoned in order to win that war.
That the prophet employed by the country, suggested to summon a hero from another world to win the war because if they didn’t, they’d definitely lose.
And, just as the prophet had said, the country spent 10 years attempting to summon the boy, and could no longer focus on anything else.
She did not know anything.
And thus, the boy fought.
But the boy knew nothing of war.
The people of the country knew that the boy was unfit for battle, and yet they sent him to battle.
They put the armor on him, gave him a sword, and made him stand at the front line of the battle.
And thus, the boy died.
He was cruelly killed in the battle and he died.
His head flew off with just one hit from the enemy general and he died.
His head was snatched away by the enemy general, and only the body of the boy reached the girl.
The people of the country could do nothing but sigh after seeing the dead boy.
The hero from another world was useless after all.
Believing in the prophet’s nonsense was a foolish deed.
They could only spit on him.
The girl embraced the boy’s corpse and tried to revive him with all her might.
It was futile.
24 hours had already passed after the boy’s death and his body had now started to rot.
The girl could not do anything with her power.
The girl cried.
She shouted, why?
She shouted, just why only she had to suffer like this.
She cried.
It wasn’t a sad feeling that she held.
The feeling of being toyed with by fate.
The girl’s heart was dominated by a feeling of powerlessness, that someone was sneering at her and telling her that no matter what she did, it would be futile.
And then, right before her, the country perished.
The girl was captured, and within the usual despair, her life was taken.
But the girl thought.....
For the first time in her life, she thought hard and hard and hard and hard.
(I WANT TO LIVE.........!)
She neither wanted to die nor wanted to be saved.
(I WANT TO LIVE TOGETHER WITH HIM.........!)
The time she spent with the boy wasn’t that long.
But that short amount of time had certainly dominated the girl’s heart.
The girl’s heart which was painted over by the memories of her deaths were very easily repainted.
The boy was her hope.
It was the first ray of hope for the girl.
That hope raised her face and made her move forward.
For the first time in her lives, the girl completely shifted her focus on her own power.
At the verge of her death, the girl bit her own lips until it started bleeding and then used her power.
She would rewind the time by one day.
She used her power while thinking that.
She strained her power as if burning off her own brain.
The girl used the 『Power to Change the Past』.
The world looped with the girl as the core.