I’ve been stripped of my place in the world, and I’m so tired of life that I’ve decided to die! Goodbye, everyone! Whatever happens next, I don’t care anymore. - Chapter 4

From that day on, our lives changed forever.

I, Elza, couldn’t help but think so.

No matter what anyone said, Dolman was lost in his own world, his thoughts elsewhere.

And more often than not, he directed his frustration at Isabel.
Isabel, consumed by guilt, kept repeating the same words: “I killed Fudra.” Eventually, her self-reproach led to a complete mental breakdown.

She tried to take her own life.

The only way to save her was to place her under the care of the church.

Cecilia persuaded her to join as a nun, dedicating the rest of her life to prayer and tending to Fudra’s grave.

It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than losing her too.

“Elza…”
“I know. This party is finished.”

It wasn’t until Fudra was gone that we realized the truth.
The chores he took on, the tasks he handled, the countless inconveniences he dealt with—those were the glue that held this party together.

Fudra drew the short straw every time, yet he shouldered the burden without complaint.

Because of him, we could function. Because of him, we avoided conflicts and lived in peace.

Now, without him, we were falling apart.

Fudra’s death changed Dolman profoundly.

The confident, self-assured leader we once knew was gone.

“It’s my fault he’s dead,” Dolman would mutter to himself.

He was consumed by guilt, and it poisoned everything, even our relationships.

The three of us tried to continue as a party, but every moment together brought memories of Fudra’s absence.

Even when Cecilia or I tried to comfort Dolman, to hold him, he would only sob and say:
“If only I hadn’t wished for a harem party.”

Tears would fall, and we would be left in silence.

It was impossible to continue.

This wasn’t just a party of comrades. It was a family of childhood friends—Fudra included.

Without him, it wasn’t the same. It could never be the same.

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“I’m sorry… I’m disbanding this party,” Dolman announced one day, his voice heavy with finality.

“You’re right. Isabel’s gone, and all we’re left with are memories of sadness. It’s for the best,” I replied.

“I feel the same,” Cecilia added. “Whenever the three of us are together, all I can think about is Fudra. I agree.”

Fudra… I took everything from you.

I know you wouldn’t have wanted things to end like this.

But I can’t keep going either. I’ll give it all up.

I’m sorry.

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Cecilia returned to the church, serving as just another healer.
I abandoned my sword and took up work as a servant.

And Dolman continued as an adventurer, wandering alone.

The paths of the three of us will likely never cross again.