At the End of Revenge, There You Are ~The Scum Who Killed My Beloved, Prepare Yourselves! I Will Drag You All to Hell... Wait, What? Why Are the Heroine and the Demoness Coming After Me, a Woman!?(GL) - Chapter 4

The following week…

When I arrived at work, Gen-san informed me that Yuzuha’s funeral had already taken place.

I didn’t go.

No… I couldn’t go.

It felt like attending would make her death final.

Of course, I knew she was dead.

I was the one who examined her body in the dungeon—there was no mistake.

But dungeons contain many strange items.

There are potions that can heal even those on the brink of death.

And there are even rumors—whispered like urban legends—about items that can bring someone back to life.

It’s not just fantasy. The sheer number of miraculous items that drop from dungeons makes it seem entirely possible.

Once I uncover the truth behind Yuzuha’s death, my next step is resurrection or time travel.

On Saturday—the day we were supposed to meet—I couldn’t sit still. I spent the entire day at the Guild’s library, researching everything I could.

On Sunday, I decided that if I was going to make this happen, I needed to get stronger.

So, I dived into the Shinjuku Dungeon for training.

I ended up beating the hell out of a lich that appeared along the way.

Sorry for using you as stress relief.

While I was doing all that, the funeral happened.

I knew it must have… but I deliberately avoided thinking about it.

I didn’t want my resolve to waver.

But in the end, I changed my mind.

I decided to visit her grave.

I was worried about Yuzuha’s parents.

After all, their eldest daughter had gone missing in a dungeon not long ago…

And now Yuzuha had died in one.

How is that even fair?

I still remember how warm and welcoming her family was whenever I visited.

“Oh my, Akari-chan, welcome! Honestly, Yuzuha spends all her time reading dungeon magazines instead of studying. Even if she wants to be an explorer, she still needs to study! Could you tell her that too?”

Her mother had asked me that once, with an exasperated but affectionate smile.

So, I made the effort to call.

To share my grief.

To ask for the location of Yuzuha’s grave.

Despite how deeply sorrowful she sounded, her mother still found it in her to worry about me.

Tears wouldn’t stop falling.

I headed straight for the cemetery.

I took the afternoon off from work—though my unsympathetic boss just grumbled, “Tch, seriously? At least finish this paperwork before you go.”

But Gen-san stepped in. “I’ll take care of it.”

The cemetery was filled with rows upon rows of graves.

The sky was overcast, adding to the already somber atmosphere.

But before I could reach what I thought was Yuzuha’s grave, I noticed someone else was already there.

A tall, muscular man.

I couldn’t see his face from behind, but he stood still, staring at the grave.

…Who is he?

I hesitated.

But it seemed he had already finished his visit.

He turned and started walking away.

Not wanting to meet his gaze, I kept my head down and walked forward, keeping a neutral distance as we passed each other along the gravel path.

The only sound in the silent cemetery was the crunch of our footsteps.

It was unnerving.

I had nothing to hide behind. Nothing to mask my presence.

But stopping would be strange. I didn’t want to be seen.

I didn’t want to be noticed.

So, I just walked.

Suppressing everything.

But just as I approached Yuzuha’s grave, my ears picked up something.

A voice—low, muttering.

A voice that could only belong to the man I had just passed.

An utterly impossible statement.

“Tch. She had the perfect face and body too… Damn it… If only she had become my woman, none of this would have happened.”

“Stupid girl.”

For a moment, time stopped.

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.

But my ears—trained through years of dungeon investigation to catch even the faintest anomalies—wouldn’t suddenly fail me now.

No, I had heard it.

I just couldn’t believe it.

“Stupid girl?”

“If only she had been my woman?”

It was him.

I was certain.

That bastard—the leader of Yuzuha’s party.

He had the audacity to come all the way to her grave, just to spit out something so vile.

There was no doubt in my mind—he was the lowest kind of human.

I hadn’t misheard. Not a chance.

Yuzuha’s parents must not have invited him to the funeral.

Maybe her friends had made sure of it.

Of course they did.

No one would invite a man who might have used Yuzuha as bait.

As my bl00d ran cold, a searing rage boiled deep in my stomach.

But I couldn’t turn around and scream at him.

I forced myself to keep walking, my eyes locked on Yuzuha’s grave.

Don’t act suspicious, Tou.

Every fiber of my being wanted to grab him by the head and slam it into the ground.

But not now.

Not yet.

If he was responsible, I would make him pay.

Even if he wasn’t, he would answer for abandoning her.

That was certain.

But first…

First, I need to find the truth.

Stay calm, Tou.

Losing control means losing everything.

I no longer held back my tears, letting them fall freely—tears of grief, frustration, and loneliness.

I walked quietly through the now-empty cemetery.

What had Yuzuha felt in her final moments?

Her legs twisted like that… her body slashed so deeply…

It must have been agonizing.

She must have been filled with regret.

She must have been terrified.

…I see now.

I really did care about you.

From our sudden reunion, to that shocking night… to that hazy, sluggish morning…

I never let myself truly confront my feelings.

I should have.

Because now I know—I can’t live without you, Yuzuha.

So… just watch.

I’ll make him regret it.

I swear to you— I’ll drag him into hell.

With my hands pressed together before her grave, I made my vow.