(Some point in a distant past) Stella cried out, her usual calm and cordial demeanor nowhere to be seen. Her fury was unmistakable. "Father! What's the meaning of this!? Please, tell me, Father! Why did Lord Hero perish!?"

The King replied, "...As I’ve told you repeatedly. It must have been the Demon King’s curse. A final curse cast by that unholy being."

"Please, desist from such claims!" Stella insisted, her voice trembling with emotion. "If something like that had occurred, Lady Sofia would have sensed it! I know you had something to do with this—his health wouldn’t have deteriorated overnight! Please, answer me honestly! What have you done to... LORD HERO!?"

"Even if you're my daughter, you shouldn’t be disrespectful to the king-" the King began.

"I understand that! And yet I must ask! Father...!!" Stella shouted, her voice cracking with emotion.

Not even the King's position could intimidate his daughter, forcing him to finally relent and speak. "There was no other choice. He couldn’t be allowed to live. His strength was immense—enough to defeat the Demon King—and his fame rivaled mine. A person like that... he couldn’t be allowed to live! So, I dealt with him. Telling the citizens it’s the Demon King’s curse will keep things aloof."

Her fury was overwhelming as she stared at her father. "For that reason...? For a reason like that, you betrayed the Hero? After all he contributed to the kingdom, to the world itself? Have you forgotten, FATHER!?"

She shouted with a rage she’d never felt in her life, but the King only looked at her coldly. "You’re too young; you don’t understand the weight of this matter. Now leave me, Stella."

"Then pardon my rudeness!" Stella exclaimed, storming out of the throne room, barely managing to restrain herself from drawing her sword and ending her father's life right there.

So great was her grief that a voice spoke to her, pitying her, offering her the very power of the Hero so that she might change this fate herself. But life is not some kind of fantasy with happy endings for everyone, and she only ended up more stressed than before, left with only the choice to rewind time hundreds of times...

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(Present)

Stella blinked, snapping out of her thoughts after what felt like an eternity of brooding. The match was set to begin in a few minutes. She knew you wouldn’t give up easily, and she hated that—hated how it reminded her of the one who defeated the Demon King. The memory filled her with a profound sadness...even a tear rolled down from her cheek. But Stella had already made up her mind, even if it meant you'd come to despise her for her actions. There was something she would protect at any cost, even if that means you turning against her.

Finally, the moment to face each other had arrived. She exhaled a long sigh, her melancholy expression shifting into her usual mask—a casual smile so indifferent that it seemed to erase any hint of regret, only fueling your fury further.

After weeks of intense training with Sophia, you had ventured off to acquire a magical artifact that would help you resist Stella's overwhelming abilities. You felt ready, confident that this time, defeat wouldn’t be your fate.

But seeing that confidence in your stance, Stella let out a mocking laugh, filled with an almost dismissive certainty. "Greetings, Lord Hero♥ Haven’t I made it clear by now? No matter how many times you try or how many trinkets you bring... the result will never change. Shall I remind you of all the times you've fallen to me? Well..."

"Like that time where I squeezed your dick under my sole? Such a weak man. You should be ashamed of having such a weak endurance."

"Maybe that time where I licked your sensitive nipples while stroking your 'manhood'? I believe you enjoyed the sight of everyone mocking you!"

"Or perhaps when you got distracted by this...pair?" She slowly brings her hand to her chest, slightly moving her breasts. "At this point you won't have any victory against any other maiden in this world! Or have you grown addicted to losing to me?"

Her smile was calm, almost lazy, as she slowly drew her sword, not even bothering to stand in her usual battle stance. "Bring all the charms and potions you want; it’s honestly far from impressive. I’ll throw all that effort right back in your face. Seems that’s the only way your ape brain might understand~ Loser Hero~"