I was falling.
I felt myself plunge down deeper and deeper, as though I were being sucked in by the darkness. At the same time, my consciousness became increasingly harder to maintain.
When I'd died for the first time, I hadn't been aware of it. I'd passed out, and when I'd woken up, I'd found myself in another world. This was my first time experiencing death for real. Then again, I suppose death is usually a first.
The bog-like darkness that had engulfed me was so deep that I couldn't hear the voices of the people around me any longer. Alone, surrounded by the silence, I looked back on my life.
For some reason I couldn't explain, I'd been reincarnated in the world of my favorite dating sim, Kuon no Sanka ~Fiore caduto eterna~, as the one character I despised more than anything: Ellize, the fake saint.
I'd decided to approach things from a glass-half-full kind of perspective, so I'd taken it as an opportunity to change the tragic ending of the story. From there on out...a bunch of things had happened. Truly, my life as Ellize had been an eventful one. I'd faced a ton of unexpected incidents, but I'd done my best to handle them as well as I could.
I'd discovered that I hadn't been fully dead, and that a part of my soul had remained on Earth. He'd let me know that my actions had somehow influenced the game's story.
I'd wiped out the entire monster population, ensured that Eterna—the main heroine—stayed alive, and even saved a few other characters from certain death along the way. I'd met entirely new characters such as the first saint or the prophet. Hell, I'd even somehow gotten the game's protagonist, Verner, to fall in love and confess his feelings to me!
In the end, I'd defeated the witch, Alexia, and given my life for Verner's.
I sure picked a cool way to die, if I do say so myself.
I'd done everything—no, that was pushing it. Let's say I'd done what I could. Now, it was their turn. The future ought to be shaped by the true inhabitants of this world, not some fake intruder who'd happened upon this world by mistake.
I hit the bottom. Those were my last thoughts before my drowsiness got the better of me. I was about to fall asleep when I suddenly noticed someone at the bottom of the pit.
It was a woman. She was pitch-black, as though she'd dropped a bucket of black paint over her head. She was sitting in a corner, grasping her knees and crying in a feeble voice.
Now that I was paying more attention, I noticed that she wasn't alone. There were a bunch of other women, their faces just as gloomy, who were also weeping.
For some reason, I instinctively understood that these women were the previous witches. I reached out with my hand, but I was blocked by an invisible wall. Apparently, I couldn't go over to the other side. I assumed that was because I was a fake.
How can I get to the other side...? Ah... I'm an idiot. I'm done for already.
There was absolutely nothing I could do anymore. Besides, I didn't need to keep playing the role of the perfect saint. I turned my back to the weeping women and started walking off in the opposite direction.
Ahead of me was a bright light.