Volume 3 Prologue

“Hnngh…! Ah…!”

My mind spins as I saw Astlan’s past.

Such fate befalls upon him…

This was the story of Astlan’s Ira…

Remembering such scenes my stomach aches.

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“Ack…! Haa…”

I almost threw up.

“Asagao! Are you alright?!”

“Mother…”

“Asagao! Get a grip of yourself!”

“I… such…even happened to Astlan…”

My chest tightens as I felt how sad and sorrowful Astlan becomes. Tear of sympathy runs along my cheeks as I recall what happened to him.

“I’m really sorry, Asagao… but… I want you to know what kind of misery…Astlan has gone through… I want you to know why Ashfon’s power is full of malice.”

“Eh…?”

“It seems…when Astlan passed his power to Ashfon, a huge fragment of his hatred was also transferred with him. It was…solely my fault…”

“No, Mother! It’s not! It’s just that…”

“Asagao…?”

“Ah…m-mother…?!”

“Ah…It’s already time…I’m sorry…Asagao… please…carry on! I’m sorry… I want to talk a bit longer but…I’ve already reached my limit…Asagao…!”

“M-mother…I…okay…I…love you…”

“Yes… and love you too, my daughter… please… save…everyone… from such pain…and also… save yourself from such fate…”

My consciousness slowly sunk to darkness as mother’s voice fades.