Aisha, as expected, became the Hero.

The Spear of Divine Punishment pierced the Demonfolk, snuffing out his life completely.

But that wasn’t his main concern right now.

Roy’s focus was entirely on Airi behind him.

If Airi didn’t kill the Demon General with her own hands… her curse might never lift.

She’d still be trapped, unable to walk freely.

Her future would remain shrouded in darkness.

That wasn’t the future Roy wanted for her.

Perhaps he’d need another plan—like finding the legendary Cursed Arts Kingdom, sealed away for centuries. They might hold a cure.

But when he turned around—

The sight before him froze Roy in place.

His backup plan instantly became useless.

Standing before him wasn’t just Aisha, her expression dazed and uncertain.

Airi was standing too.

The girl who should have been confined to her wheelchair, unable to move, now stood on her own two feet.

She stared blankly at her palms,

confused, doubting if this was a dream.

*What… just happened?*

*Why did a golden spear appear at my call?*

*I only wished…*

*For anything—anything to save Roy…*

*And why could my legs suddenly move?*

Everything shattered Airi’s understanding.

The only truth she grasped was—

“Roy… you’re safe!”

Tears welled again in her already damp eyes.

“Airi…”

Roy’s voice held concern—and shock.

But the young Demon King sensed the truth.

He blurted out,

“Could it be…”

Not Aisha.

But Airi.

—“*You* became the Hero?”

………………

“Hero…?”

The word meant nothing to Airi. Her expression grew distant.

At that moment, Sister Elsa snapped out of her own shock.

Overwhelming joy flooded her.

Not just because Roy was saved from the Demonfolk.

But because her sister could *walk*.

Airi could finally stand on her own legs, ready to step into the world.

The golden-haired nun burst into tears.

She couldn’t name the feeling surging through her.

She simply pulled Airi into a fierce embrace,

crying her name.

“Airi!”

“My Airi…!”

As Roy quietly approached,

Aisha yanked him into the suffocating warmth of their hug too.

“Ah—okay, okay, Sister Aisha!”

Roy was likely the most clear-headed of the three.

Yet he felt utterly lost.

This unexpected turn.

Airi’s miraculous recovery.

But if she truly *was* the Hero—as he suspected—

*If* the condition was: “Airi summoned the golden Radiant Spear and killed the mid-tier Demon General Juno,”

then it all made sense.

Airi used the Hero’s power to shield Roy from Juno’s attack.

She freed the trapped hawk soul fused within the Demon General.

The curse binding Airi’s legs—“the eagle that cannot soar”—was broken.

She could stand like any ordinary girl.

But…

This defied everything Roy knew from his past life!

The Goddess of Light had *chosen* Aisha as the Hero!

Her title was “Sister of Radiance,” not this…

Now Airi was the Hero.

She wasn’t even a nun.

*Did I… change history?*

*Could the Goddess’s blessing go to the wrong person??*

Good or bad—he’d need to investigate thoroughly.

“Okay, *okay*, Sister Aisha!”

Roy finally wriggled free.

Still, the cloyingly sweet milky scent of Aisha clung to him.

As her euphoria faded, Aisha regained some composure.

She turned to Roy.

“Roy… what do you mean by ‘Hero’?”

Roy blinked his innocent eyes.

“Well… only a Hero could wield that demon-slaying power.”

“And Airi’s body healed instantly.”

“That must be… the Goddess’s blessing!”

He couldn’t mention the curse.

If they knew he understood curses, they’d dig deeper.

And digging might unearth his secret: *I’m the Demon King.*

Aisha’s face lit with tearful agreement.

“Yes!”

“This can only be the Goddess of Light’s blessing!”

“Praise the Goddess!”

Before meeting Roy, Aisha had been one of the Goddess’s most devoted followers.

After meeting him?

She’d even considered abandoning her nun’s vows.

*What a wicked boy.*

But that wasn’t the point now.

Unlike her sister and Roy, Airi shrank back at the word “Hero.”

Her frail frame seemed even smaller, trembling with unease.

Years of despair had taught her never to hope.

Airi was timid, drowning in self-doubt.

She wouldn’t believe in good luck—let alone being chosen as a Hero.

She loved Roy too, but believed herself unworthy.

She’d never dared confess even a whisper of it.

Roy saw her fear. He stepped closer, taking her hand.

Warmth flooded Airi’s cheeks at his touch.

Aisha watched them, her gaze tender despite its complexity.

She allowed their closeness.

“Don’t be afraid, Airi.”

“Let me ask you something, okay?”

“…Okay.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. Adorably shy.

“When I was in danger… did you wish for my safety?”

Airi’s eyelashes fluttered. She wasn’t sure.

But Roy’s earnest eyes held hers.

After a pause, she nodded.

(Aisha nodded too—unseen by Roy.

She’d also prayed to the Goddess, begging for Roy’s rescue.

When the Radiant Spear fell, she’d thought *her* prayer was answered!

But now… seeing Airi’s nod…

Aisha realized: the Goddess had answered *Airi*.)

Only divine blessing could heal her so completely.

Roy studied Airi’s answer, thoughtful.

Then, blunt as ever—

“In that case, Airi!”

“Can I see your body?”