"Archangel!"
"Hm?"
At Sylvia’s slightly trembling call, she turned to Kroso beside her with a puzzled look—only to freeze. His gaze wasn’t malicious or sinister, but thick with overwhelming concern, making her feel, for a heartbeat, as if he might devour her right there.
"What’s wrong, Hero?"
Heart pounding, Sylvia swallowed quietly. *Could even the Hero be compromised?* After all, in the original game’s main route, the Hero had zero involvement in this rescue mission.
Kroso’s eyes burned into the Archangel’s delicate face, emotions surging.
No turning back now. He would never let the Archangel suffer such blatant injustice. For her hope, for his duty—he had to step forward.
Taking a deep breath, meeting Sylvia’s bewildered expression, Kroso steeled himself.
"Speaking this now may seem untimely… but please, Archangel, believe my sincerity!"
Slowly, he knelt on one knee before her, face solemn.
"What do you want to say?"
Her pulse jumped. Seeing his oath-like posture, Sylvia knew—he was dead serious.
But *what*? Why such gravity?
"I know today’s events and the deadly poison within you may have left you feeling hopeless. But this fate shouldn’t be borne alone. As this generation’s Hero, I stand ready to save this crumbling world beside you. I, Kroso, swear to resolve the conflict between The Church and the Imperial Legion, lead humanity to victory over the Abyssal demons, and fulfill every wish of yours. So… if you will… please reignite your hope for this world—and marry me. I will never betray your trust."
Head bowed, Kroso waited, heart hammering. He didn’t know her answer—but he’d never let her face this alone.
*What?*
Sylvia felt a dizzying *"wind must be loud, I didn’t hear that"* illusion—but his words echoed crystal clear in the cave. No pretending.
A loud *buzz* rang in her skull. *Marry you?! Just like that?!*
Hero, are you insane?! Such a dramatic proposal out of nowhere?!
We literally met *once* since last night?!
Even if this world’s based on an eroge, basic rules exist! Zero buildup, straight to "winning over" the heroine? Where’s the fun?! No sense of accomplishment at all?!
Wait…
No.
*Could it be—?*
A jolt shot through her like electricity.
*The Fallen Hero Chapter!*
Damn it—this is *exactly* the opening scene of the Fallen Hero Chapter?!
As the final chapter of that massive story MOD, it forced players to solo as the Hero—no race choices, no inherited stats. His power was absurdly boosted; in this eroge world, corruption’s strength was utterly invincible.
Why did the justice-driven Hero fall?
Because of Sylvia.
After rescuing the Archangel from the Abyssal Lair, Church pressure forced him to return her—fully corrupted. That moment sparked his hatred for humanity. Rewards poured in: treasure, even Church-trained "substitute angel" maidens. He refused all. Only one demand: see Sylvia.
Reluctantly, the Church granted access to the Arcane Spire’s core—where she was held.
He wasn’t fallen yet… but seeing her again? He was completely won over.
Yes—the only *reverse romance route* in the entire game. The sole pure love path.
The Hero was notoriously career-driven. Summoned, he’d outright rejected the Imperial Family’s offer to take the Third Princess (renowned empire beauty) as concubine. *That* uninterested.
But Sylvia? He carried deep guilt for failing to save the poisoned Archangel.
And the fully corrupted Archangel exploited it—acting utterly fragile, awakening his buried longing.
Then… she "died."
Loving and losing her in a single day shattered him. He bloodied The Church, then turned his hatred on the world.
A relentless slaughter followed.
*"Falling in love with Sylvia is the beginning of the Hero’s ultimate fall."*
Highlighted in red in the official guide.
Pre-transmigration, she’d sighed at the ending: the fallen Hero atop the Arcane Spire, gazing at blood-soaked earth.
Now? Sylvia felt death flags sprouting all over her head.
*Sure, the corruption inside me isn’t dominant yet… but who knows?*
HEY!
This is barely the *start* of the main route! How’d we skip straight to the finale?! Is this even playable?!
Staring at the kneeling Hero, head bowed, Sylvia went numb.
Everything’s falling apart!
