an: I was on a trip and I do not bring my laptop with me so I couldn’t do the finishing editing, so I delayed it – I write on my phone. But this story will enter the ‘turning point’ because otherwise, it will not go anywhere. Also, Voice?
Voice: Yes, Azhure!?
an: Don’t be annoying, this chapter is not the time for your remarks.
Voice: What…!? Pfft… fine…!
an: p.s. This is the first time uploading on Saturday morning, in my place. I still have more stuff to fit in here.
Voice: Hey, Azhure!
Voice: Why do you still use ‘an’ and not your alias!?
an: I did it in the beginning and I don’t feel like changing. I don’t want to change all the ‘an’ to ‘Azhure’.
Voice: Well, you can start now!
Azhure: Eh, sure.
Voice: That’s better!
“What is it, Rin?”
“I saw a boy, younger than me. He was crying because his family died too.”
“I feel sad otou-san and okaa-san died, but I feel sadder seeing that boy crying because he lost his family.”
“Heheh, you are just like tou-san and ka-san, caring about others.”
PIING Manegia Year 1421 The rainbow light died down and Alicia was met with the usual dark cylindrical room. "Hello, you two," one of the operators said. "Back so soon?"…
A lavish room
A high-quality desk
Rotated 90 degrees, destroyed
An old man in noble-like clothing
A husk without its life
Beside, a robed one covered in the same shade as the earth with blood splattered over it
A little boy, crying
The robed one approached the little crying boy
“Do you want revenge?”
The crying little boy is an angry little boy
The angry little boy nods
“I won’t let you.”
The dreamer woke up. Dream forgotten.