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Lily-Leaf Sword
Level 1:
I love him from the bottom of my heart.
And I know he loves me too.
Every time our eyes would meet, I could see the looks he'd give me.
And I could hear him telling me to keep this hidden from everyone.
And to hide all my feelings and gifts for him.
To keep them locked away in my room.
He was my one and only.
Level 2:
I can't believe him.
The one I thought was my friend seduced and stole him away from me.
And he just disappeared and left me alone.
Only I remained, alongside all the things I hid away and never gave him.
I sold them all off at the market.
Level 3:
I can't forgive him.
He was taken away from me against his will by that woman.
He still loves me—I know it—and I have to make him realize how much better and nice I am than she ever will be!
I just have to get rid of her!
I have to find her, beat her, main her, and rip her to pieces!!
Level 4:
Blinded by and jealousy, she took off after the young and naïve couple.
And stabbed and beat them until her sword was warped and bent from the abuse.
The next day, she was nowhere to be found.
And sticking out of the pile of meat and flesh that was once a couple of humans, stood the twisted blade.
Countless blacksmiths forged and remade the sword, but no matter how hard they tried, it would never regain its former shape.