"You… seem depressed," said Naheer, bursting into Alex's office, which was previously his. The amethyst-eyed boy seemed startled at the sudden entrance and almost sent a flying sphere of mana towards the assassin. "Calm down."
Alex stroked his chin before massaging his temples. "Nightmare."
The amethyst-eyed boy remembered the events with Procella vividly, as if it occurred yesterday. Procella's pleading, Druk's resentment… it was ingrained in his mind as one of the worst events in his life.
It was like an anchor that held him down. His emotions tangled every time Alex recalled the incident.
'I shouldn't have left,' thought Alex, but he knew it was a lie. If he hadn't left, meeting Isabella would have been but a wish. Of course, he didn't know his secretary back then, but meeting her was one of the best things that occurred in his life.
"Nightmare…" Naheer muttered under his breath. His tone was hushed, and he seemed slightly surprised.