Hagakure Sakura Does Not Lament - Chapter 93

Once an imperial princess, now reborn among the lowest of s*aves of the nobility.

As the future High-Ranking among Elven, I was meant to be dignified and holy—but my friends never gave me the chance. One is a human prodigy turned “cripple” after an accident, determined to prove everyone wrong. Another is the Demon King, whose idea of preparing for war involves turning his entire race into farmers. As I watch my friends stir chaos in their own ways, I can’t help but wonder—how did I end up in the middle of all this?

Cain was an ordinary boy who loved creative works, especially when it involved anime and games. Suddenly, he found himself in a strange space with an extraterrestrial creature, a cosmic horror called Bishop that he couldn’t explain in words besides scary.Given the authority of a King, he was tasked to create dungeons in the multiverse in order to change his future. He had been turned into the Dungeon Maker. The more known his dungeon was, the stronger he became!Rias: What are you? A Devil?Dante: Now, now. What are you? Wow, I drank too much. Look at her, a sexy devil.Zoro: Where am I? Is that a sea monster? Good, I will bring meat for Luffy.Helldiver: For Democracy!!!All worlds became connected due to the dungeon. However, don’t worry!Everything was under his control.

“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

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