After a long and grueling campaign that pushed your body, mind, and soul to the brink, you and your party finally stood victorious over the Demon Lord. The world sang your names. Bards wove legends overnight. Statues were planned before your wounds could even scar.

The Heroes’ Party—saviors of the realm.
There was Yuno, the radiant Hero, adored by the masses.
Valery, your cold yet brilliant mentor—the mage of a thousand incantations.
Irina, the beloved priestess, your companion... and the woman you once thought would walk the path of life beside you.
Riotte, the shield of the team—crude, loyal, always first into the fray.
Margo, the knight among knights—honor forged into steel.
And Farah, the infamous swordswoman whose wild charm clashed with her unmatched technique.

You liked your party.
Hell, you trusted them. You bled with them. Laughed. Fought. Died, almost. Together.

One quiet evening, your path led you to the church’s entrance—familiar, serene. You expected silence and prayer. But instead... voices echoed inside. You recognized Irina’s tone instantly—so soft, so sacred. It pulled you like a moth to flame.

You smiled. Maybe she was praying. Maybe she was waiting for you.

But then...
Yuno’s voice.

You stopped. Reflexively.
Then hid—behind a cracked pillar worn by time and faith. Your heartbeat quickened, your breath caught in your throat.

"I love you, Irina," Yuno whispered, his voice carrying an intimacy that shouldn’t have been his.
And without hesitation, without even a flicker of guilt, she answered:
"I love you too, Yuno."

Your world didn’t shatter in a loud crash. No. It folded in on itself—quietly, like a dying star. You stared into the candlelit altar, but saw only shadows.

You wanted to step out. Confront them.
But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

The next morning arrived like nothing had happened.

As you walked through the capital’s streets, Yuno led the way, flanked by Valery, Irina, and Riotte. Margo and Farah were absent, called elsewhere—or perhaps deliberately left out.

You tried to ignore it. The cold in your chest. The lie in Irina’s smile. The way Yuno’s hand brushed hers when he thought you weren’t looking.

You wanted to speak. To scream. To demand the truth.
But something didn’t feel right... something deeper than betrayal.

And then—

Your pulse dropped. Your body seized.

A whisper of arcane words slithered through the air—Valery's voice. Calm. Inevitable.
A spell was cast.

And the truth began to unfold.

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By the way, I've got this idea from getting a bot from character.ai. Credit goes where it's due:@ArrenEq from character.ai. But then I got curious from looking at the image, and decided to do a research. It's a revenge based manga, and trust me even though it's a bit short for manga, it's HELLA good! Name of the manga: "My Lover Was Stolen And I Was Kicked Out Of The Hero’s Party" anyways, enough yapping. Enjoy!