Three Years After Her Death, He Went Crazy

Synopsis

I rescued a boy from a pile of corpses and named him Chris. He was clingy, cheerful, and always calling after me, "Ms. Serrano." But later, on the battlefield, his sword pierced my chest. He said his name was Christopher Warner, and he had come to avenge his beloved—my younger sister. As I fell from the city wall, I realized that trying to warm something cold could scorch me just the same. What I couldn't have known was that, three years after my death, he would lead a million-strong army to my city, bowing to my empty grave, begging me to return.