Synopsis
One day I found myself dropped into a romance fantasy novel. The story goes like this: a mentally broken young man named Rohan eventually finds a warm and gentle saint who heals his wounds and teaches him how to love again. A nice story. Except I didn't end up as the saint. I possessed the cursed demon sword. The very thing responsible for all of Rohan's suffering. The thing that gets sealed away by the temple in the end. "When you need a sword later, I'll become your sword." Promises I had no real way of keeping. Still, I figured…
