[Brightest Star] [8]

[...Are you sure about this?]

El's solemn voice echoed in my head as I propelled myself toward the amber-haired man.

'This is the only way.'

I thought, looking at the kneeling Ashlyn from the corner of my eye.

Her awakening had already been delayed for a long time.

She needed a push—a heartbreaking, remorseful experience to awaken.

And Tiffany's death was just what she needed.

[....You shouldn't have done that.]

'...As long as Tiffany is alive, everything will be fine.'

I thought, eyes on the man staring at Ashlyn.

"Where is she?" I asked calmly, blocking his view.

His amber eyes turned towards me as he tilted his head, asking, "Who?"

"Tiffany," I replied, gripping my katana.

"She is dea—."

"That was fake," I interjected, glaring at him. "Stop lying."

He raised his brow in surprise, folding his arms and looking at me. "Yet you didn't tell her, I wonder why?"

"....."