Chapter 99 - Haunted (1/2)

”Ah wait, Kazuya?”

Kazuya didn't know why she suddenly called out his name frantically. He didn't get a chance to as he felt something heavy hit his head, and he fell in the ground, immediately losing consciousness.

...

Everything around him was drenched in shadows, dripping to the ground, forming dark streams that twisted into symbols he did not understand. Grey lightening seemed to split apart the sky, blinding him onto the ground and fading in a matter of seconds. Kazuya looked around, where was he? Just a few moments ago he was speaking with Lyn, weren't they on a date?

”Kazuya.”

Somebody was calling for him, somebody who did not deserve to say it. Kazuya turned around, even amongst the darkness he could not mistaken that figure. A man with long pale hair, it belonged to the man whom he was the best of friends with once upon a time. Belonged to the person who he saw as his sworn brother. The man was smiling, like he usually did. He always smiled even when he was scolding someone. However just when Kazuya was about to open his mouth, that illusion quickly dissolved into thin air.

The atmosphere became heavy, and the man stood there with a poisonous smile on his face. The man seemed to be dragging somebody's neck, the sound of a sword being dragged across. Kazuya could recognize that dainty figure from a distance, it belonged to Lyn. His Lyn. Fear struck across his face, and he lunged forward. However, the moment he tried to reach out for her, it felt like something was shackling him down onto the ground.

That man raised his sword and it came down in one swift motion, he wasn't fast enough.

'You were always slow whenever it came to defending the one you love.'

There it was, that same mocking voice like back then. Yes, moments before his life changed before his very eyes. He heard it. Kazuya watched helplessly as Lyn collapsed onto the ground, her eyes met his and even right at this situation he saw she was struggling not to cry. She smiled at him, 'Don't cry,' he could almost hear her say those words and then the next second she was no longer moving.

Grey hair stepped over her body, and wiped the girls blood from his sword with a cloth. Her blood slowly transfered to the cloth, and he watched as the nan brought it to his lips.

”This is the blood of the royal family? Of the next heir, it does not taste very good.”

He screamed.