Following days Icarus taught him his battle style and how to survive in the wild.

With his basic mastery over golden marshal learning it was just a matter of time, but Icarus still wanted him to master it as soon as possible.

Hildebrant did not resist since he knew knowledge meant power and he was willing to learn but he was still happier when one day Icarus brought paint for him to use.

Jumping with happiness, the next day Hildebrant drew until his hand could no longer move.

Even with the help of his flames, it took just another day until he needed to stop from tiredness.

If it was not for his body giving up, he would happily continue but in the last days, his hand's skin turned so red it began to seep on the floor like sand on the desert.

When Icarus discovered it, he banned him from painting and locked him in a small room with nothing but a bed and shower.

Days went like this sometimes out, sometimes in the room, learning, observing but what was most interesting in all this perfect life was his dreams.

Each time he fell asleep he would dream of his sleeping body lying on the old, raged bed, sculptured from agate wood and soft white sheets.

All walls were cowered in the blood that was falling and twisting into blood vessels that twisted around the entire room and were connected to his body.

In this dream, his body was so thin and weak that even a slight blow of wind would push him to the wall.

With each breath his chest would rise and then fall and blood vessels drilling into his hand would grow larger and more defined, drilling deeper through his veins into each part of his body.

Flames in his being raged and fought against the invasive blood and blood vessels that tried to drill deeper but even from just glancing at it he knew it was losing the fight.

But the fire in his being did not stop fighting and even when it was on bright of collapse, it raged and protected what it could while abandoning rest. It had no mercy as it travelled through his veins burning anything in its way.

Searing pain filled his mind and then Hildebrant woke up with a sweet of red blood falling down his forehead.

When he cleaned it however and looked closer red color was gone and his sweets became transparent.

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Looking at them for a while he thought about what just happened and what he dreamed about but somehow it was hard to remember.

Shrugging his shoulder, he pushed the sheet away but just as he was prepared to stand up, he tripped and fell on the floor.

With a raged breath world then flickered and blood vessels surrounded him pulsing like living beings.

Even before he could blink room became normal again but the pain stinging into his head intensified.

What was he even thinking about?

Hildebrant thought he had forgotten something important, but it did not matter how much he thought he could not remember.

Opening doors from his room he entered another room and sat on the sofa.

Today Icarus was gone and not even he knew when he would return.

Hildebrant wanted to smile but his lips refused to listen to him.

This place was heaven but how could he not even smile in it?

Was it not heaven?

It was.

Yes.

It was perfect heaven created for him but the more he tried to move his lips the more they refused.

With a growl full of frustration, he grasped his head and strong pain filled his chest.

He had forgotten something, something so essential that formed who he was.

What was it that was missing?

What?

Looking down on his head his vision flickered again, and blood-red vessels drilled even deeper into his skin and flesh. The pain was unbearable, but Hildebrant did not even flinch before his gaze returned to normal.

But something was not right.

Lifting his gaze, he looked around the room but could not find what was happening.

Maybe he just went crazy and now he thinks he has forgotten about something.

Right now, he needed Mina to tell him how wrong he was but then he froze.

Who was Mina?

From where did he know her?

He did not have an answer to any of those questions but something from deep down, desire sprunted out.

"I want to go home."

He said aloud without him realizing and Icarus turned his head to him with a smile.

"You are home."

Then he put cups down and pushed one to Hildebrant.

A strong herbal smell waffled to his nose and taking another sniff his heart relaxed.

He truly was home so why would he want to go anywhere?

There he could be with Icarus and help him with his chores but even when he said that all to himself something in him refused to accept it.

Taking a sip of tea Hildebrant face twisted from bitterness.

The last time he had similar tea he threw up before Morgana found him in the bathroom.

What happy memories they would be if he knew who Morgana was.

Taking another sip, he looked at the liquid in the cup and then froze.

Crimson blood flowed in the cup but after blinking once the cup returned to normal and even the tea in it became green.

"Did something happen?"

Icarus asked worriedly but Hildebrant mind kept brewing questions like from where did Icarus come from?

Of course, he came inside just a minute after he sat down on the sofa but because of his negligence, he was unable to hear him coming.

Yes, it must be it.

With a smile of his own Hildebrant wanted to answer but before he could world flickered again, but this time Hildebrant mouth opened wide when he watched blood-red vessels surround a small pale girl and pin her to the wall.

Blood-red vessels pulsed with power but as if not feeling any pain girl just stared at him.

With just that one stare his mind went blank, and all his thoughts became chaotic.

For the first time even when the world returned to normal Hildebrant stopped moving and just kept remembering the stare of the girl.

Her white eyes embedded themselves into his soul and now remained there looking at him and waiting.