Inside a dark cathedral.
Only moonlight shines upon the interior. In that dim cathedral, a man confesses his sins to God.
That man is me.
“I held feelings for women I should never have dared to desire. Women far too precious for someone like me to even think about.”
I held feelings for the purest woman.
I held feelings for the noblest woman.
I held feelings for the wisest woman.
I held feelings for the most steadfast woman.
I held feelings for the most superior woman.
“But… I am not the main character. So, like a dam bursting, I must release these emotions, and confess my sins.”
I lower both hands, finishing my prayer.
After that short prayer, I feel a bit relieved, and a small smile forms on my lips.
And, even then, I didn’t know.
“Even Is… felt the same?”
The purest heroine, the saint.
“…You’re saying you’re giving up on me?”
The noblest heroine, the princess.
“…Is belongs to me. Who said you could give up on me?”
The wisest heroine, the magician.
“…Looks like I’ll have to make my feelings clear to you, Is.”
The most steadfast heroine, the knight.
“Hmph, looks like I need to show you just how a dragon loves.”
The most superior heroine, the dragon girl.
I didn’t know the heroines had been listening to my confession.