Calm Before Storm

When I opened my eyes, my field of vision was so dim. The first thing that I saw was my dearest red-haired girl.

「Gil, thank goodness…」

The red-haired girl, Shar, threw herself into my embrace, trembling all over as she buried her face in my chest.

As my senses returned, I started to feel dull pain in my whole body. I guess I'm suffering from another muscle pain like before. This always happens whenever I try to mimic that strongest existence. I might have to sleep few more days before this muscle pain recedes ――

――Is that the dream of my past?

No, as if that person was me. I shook my head to stop thinking about that unpleasant dream.

The bastard in my dream was a trash who went as far as selling his own blood. Even if I lost my memories, I knew that I wouldn't do that kind of thing in the past. I might not have been a good person in the past but what that idiot prince did was just too disgusting.

But… That dream looks even more vivid than the previous one. Rather than a dream, it might be something that happened in the past…

（Like hell I'm doing something so stupid!）

「Hey Gil, is something the matter?」

Shar looked into my eyes with extreme worry.

「Nothing, I'm just thinking about something. I'm fine!」

I hugged Shar as I spoke, showing off my brightest smile while enduring the muscle pain that tortured my body.

Yeah. I'm not that bas*tard. I might be the hunter employed by him, I might leave his side too since I also feel disgusted by that basta*rd just like the man from before, and stranded to North Grand after escaping from the pursuit of that ba*stard's assassin.

I kept reminding myself about that while crushing the anxiety in my chest.

The creature called human had a tendency to always try to look away from the harsh reality. That is exactly what happened to me right now. I tried to deny the fact that the idiotic, heartless, and irredeemable prince in my over realistic dream was not myself.

That spectacle, the feeling on my skin, the smell, it wasn't something that I saw from another perspective, it was me. The me of this time refused to accept that cruel reality.

At this moment, I faintly realized that I would be trapped in this seemingly never ending nightmare with no way to escape.