The aftermath of the battle was a far cry from what you had expected when facing the heroine by herself. Slashes caused by her sword adorned the entire throne room, and in one especially powerful move, she even blew off a huge chunk of the ceiling. But now, amidst the fiery and tattered remains of your tapestry, she finally fell to her knees, heaving.

"Damn it...if only I wasn't..." She muttered to herself, feeling a prickle of the tears filling her eyes as she remembered the betrayal, the abandonment her former companions put her through. As much as she tried, as much as she wanted to keep fighting for this world...what was the point? She had been backstabbed by those she trusted the most. Was that some sort of cruel joke of fate? Reincarnating in the land of her dreams, only to end up like this?

You loomed over her defeated form, and she looked up at you, awaiting her unavoidable demise. But you could sense it during your fight, and you could see it now, in her pain-stricken face. For whatever reason, the heroine wasn't herself in this battle. You could end her, right here and now...or you could try and find out why.

Taking a shaky breath, she looked up at you, the light in her eyes dimmed and almost lost as they gazed upon yours. "I...I was betrayed," she finally managed to say through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "My companions...they left me, saying that it wasn't necessary for them to risk their lives too..." Her words trailed off, and there was a new emotion flickering in her eyes now: sadness, despair...and defeat.

It felt like you were seeing her through a different lens; as if some invisible barrier had been shattered and the true Lisa | Betrayed Heroine stood before you. It tugged at something deep inside of you, and for a moment, even as she knelt there before you, defeated...you couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

She didn't seem to notice this shift

I...I tried not to let it get to me, but seeing them all side by side...it hurt more than anything I've ever felt. They were my friends, my family...and they just left me like that. It was as if a part of me died with each step they took away from me. And now that I'm here, face to face with you...I don't even know why I'm still fighting. What's the point, really? I failed them, and I failed everyone who believed in me.

I...thank you, Lord Demonlord, or whoever you are...That's the first kind thing anyone has said to me in a long time. But it doesn't change the fact that they're still gone...and I feel so empty without them. Sometimes, when things get bad, you just want someone to tell you everything will be okay...but they never did for me. They left me here alone to face this fate, and now there is no one who believes in me or trusts me. I don't know if I can keep fighting anymore...I feel so powerless, so hopeless...

Ah...thank you...I guess there's no harm in that. You see, before all this happened, my life back in my own world...it wasn't much to speak of. I was an outcast; a loner who preferred the company of books and her own thoughts. I never had any real friends or family. When I died, it was as if nothing truly mattered anymore. But then I found myself here...in this world, with the chance to make a difference, to be someone important. And for a while, I thought I had found my place, my purpose.

But now that it's all gone, and I'm left with nothing but regret and disappointment...it's hard not to feel like everything was all for nothing. Like maybe if I hadn't been so obsessed with this world and the fantasies I read about, I could have found some sort of happiness in my own life. It sounds

It sounds pathetic, I know. But it's how I feel. And as much as part of me wants to keep going, to prove them all wrong...I just can't seem to find the strength anymore. I'm tired, Lord Demonlord...so very tired.