"Y-Yuki?"
Unfortunately, everything was coming back to me. The barrier that entangled my emotions far back into my mind seemed to shatter at that very second. To narrow it down, I felt dumbfounded. Every single damned fragment of memory was awakening from its' slumber, and most weren't savoring.
"Are you sure this is allowed?"
Stop…
"That's not true… they couldn't have died…"
No…
"I head those two, Seiji and Yuro, died a pitiful death."
Enough!
"Someone stop that kid! He just killed-"
Father…
"Run Tsuki, now! Keep that ring and we will meet again someday, I won't forget you…"
Damn it.
That felt despicable. You see, Yuki's father and my father, Yuro and Seiji, were royal members of the King's Cavaliers; very renowned as a matter of fact. They've participated in the Great War1 against the Orcs, outstanding victory- as for the second one… you all should know the results. We really did honor our fathers, more like worship. They were treated as gods during the Reconstruction after the Great War, and everyone loved us on their behalf. Was I happy? Please, kill me. The bloody Pronteran girls clung onto me as if I were their cosmetics, can't live without them; Loki knows how they look beneath their make-up. And we all should know what the majority of them gals look like in Prontera, abhorrent in my opinion.
"Poring, fulfill your duty, get your ass moving!"
There was another reason why I hated Neji so much, she was impatient. It's a wonder who her parents were, probably merchants.
"Okay, okay. I'm on it, just spaced out a bit."
I had many questions to ask Yuki, the story of what happened after my self-banishment and how she fared for such long years; however this situation was inevitable. I have to do this, if I don't, then I'll lose everything.
Furtively grasping onto the dagger on one hand, I pushed through the crowd. Some of them eyed me with suspicion, but eventually shrugged it off because they were lamented even for the death of a mere Assassin.
The rendezvous point Neji had informed while in the sanctuary was precise. There she was, eyes closed, praying to whatever god to allow Saitou a safe trip to wherever he was going. With determination, I glanced at the Assassins posted along the trees and walls. The clean-up crew or they just waited; if I were ever to fail they would take my spot. I quietly made up my mind and took the last steps towards her while I bared the dagger on my hand.
