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Chp 3

He watched in silence as a lone tear made its way down the pale cheek of his little brother. The peaceful countenance of the sleeping boy was momentarily marred by a frown and a pitiful whimper as he twisted beneath the covers, both hands fisted in the sleep shirt above his heart's position.

"Is it still the same dream?" Yozak asked quietly, coming to stand beside his childhood friend.

"Must be, I think it's gotten worse since we've arrived in Japan," Conrart replied, brushing a gentle hand over the boy's face before exiting the bedroom.

Closing the door behind him, Yozak eyed the brunet. "When did this start? I doubt the kiddo would let anyone know about this."

"Mother said it began around same time he started classes. She thought it had something to do with pressure from the lecturers, seeing as Gwen and I used to attend the same university." He paused. "Anyway, we'd better get some rest. We've got a long day tomorrow."

XxxxX

It had been four days since he'd been roughly shaken awake from his latest dream. In his mind's eye, he could still picture in great detail the moonlit room and the figure that was so intriguing. However, something else seemed to be nagging him at the back of his mind, as though he had forgotten a few vital details.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he looked up just in time to catch the ball that was flying his way. Throwing it back at the group of kids who were playing baseball beside the river, he gave them a short wave before hurrying to the onsen where he had agreed to meet Murata.

"It's been awhile since we've been here, isn't it?" Yuuri commented as the both of them stowed their bags away in the locker area.

Nodding, Murata smiled at his friend. "It was shut down for a whole year in order for them to renovate and modernize the entire place."

"I prefer the traditional looks with red colored pillars and wooden flooring compared to all these plain-looking modern tiles…even though this is a bathhouse, it makes you feel like you are in a bathroom." Yuuri sighed, tugging on the towel around his waist.

"Shibuya, look at that! I heard it was the owner's new hobby, and the women's bath had hockey masks," Murata explained, pointing at the skull like water sprout partially submerged in the tiled tub of rising, warm water.

"What bad taste," Yuuri muttered, making a face and waddled into the tub. Taking a deep breath, he dunked his head underwater to study the thing a little closer. Just as he was about to surface for air, the miniscule etchings on the black background around the white skull caught his attention.

As he struggled to make sense of the obviously foreign language, a wave of déjà vu and darkness swept over him the moment his mind pieced together the words:



Muyem Desoiye Eligh Morgif.

XxxxX

"Tell me again why we are here?" Wolfram growled, wincing slightly at the resounding crash that came from behind the closed door a moment after the door bell rang.

"We thought we'd stop by to meet Gwendal's business partner and our former tutor since his house is en route to your new university," Yozak grinned in reply, while Conrart shot his brother an apologetic smile.

As the door opened to reveal a man with pale purple hair and violet eyes, Wolfram muttered, "Flighty old coot," under his breath, just as the man glanced at him and uttered, "Little Lord Brat."

XxxxX

"Say my name, and you will go beyond your limits. My name is Muyem Desloye Eligh Morgif. Even if the stone on my forehead is lost, and even if my body becomes weak, I am the Maou's loyal servant, and I will fight on the battlefield."

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