The Journey of Eternity

Trace 46 - Nightmare.

Khira is very confused by the message left by Bella's daughter. He sat down and thought about it carefully, until suddenly drizzling down with lightning that was flashing across the sky. Forcing him to run into the hall and shelter from the rain. Leaning back and thinking about how princess Bella was doing, she sat on the floor alone and closed her eyes.

Until something faintly heard in his ears, a voice not far away. He opened his eyes and listened carefully to the voice. The longer it went, the clearer the sound and sounding like a clash between metals. Right on the top floor of the castle hall, which was inside a room above it.

He rushed over, ran to the source of the sound and stopped already not far near the room.

“Just die!” a voice heard from within the room.

Seeing that there was a wooden chair lying beside him, Khira took him in case and immediately ran towards the room to find the two princes who were about to kill each other, without hesitation, he slid the chair towards the two men.

Glancing not far from the two of them, a very familiar girl in his eyes. Being tightly bound and his mouth in silence, grabbing the black sword lying not far from him. He cut the rope that tied the girl's body and opened the mouth. In a weakened state, the girl almost fainted and leaned on Khira's embrace by adjusting her breathing.

“What's this! You two!” khira snapped at the two people lying in pain on the floor.

“Prince Hendric Tuan! he tied up and tortured Miss Bella because of her defeat,” said plainly Prince Michel by staring out at Khira.

“The loser.. That loser who tied Miss Bella Denied prince Hendric with a disjointed voice.

Khira who instead got a puzzling answer looked increasingly upset and angry at the two men in front of her. The princess who had the answer to her question, was lying unconscious in the back.

“Haah! Be quiet! Which one of you really ties Miss? Answer!” something dark overflow evaporated around Khira, making the two people even more frightened.

“Reply reply!” apparently, in addition to the overflow it gets bigger.

The two men still gave no answer and were instead frightened by something vague, standing right behind Khira. He showed a dark figure and smiled at the two men in front of Khira. Slowly the figure walked closer towards Khira and brought her face closer to the man's ears.

“Just be free, Mr...?” whispered softly, the figure of a woman in a thin gray dress and dark black hair.

Disappeared as if yawning towards Khira's hand, forming something within her grasp. A silver sword surrounded by a dark aura, evaporated along with Khira's body. The black logo that separated the hilt with its blade, exactly engraved a skull head with horns on its forehead.

Aware, Michel immediately woke up and pointed his sword at Khira. Without any hesitation, he directly charged towards her and was about to slash her from the side. Had it or not, but the sword has been diketis so easily by Khira. In one small blow, the blond man was pushed back by firmly propping up his right arm that held a sword.

Blood flowed slowly on his right arm, from when it was scratched. But self-conscious, if the opponent is not a human. With a dark horn shining behind the bandage. While Hendric himself was still sitting, grimacing in pain by holding his bloodied left arm because of the previous fight.

The dark aura around Khira was increasingly overflowing violently, with her eyes glaring sharply towards the two men in front of her. He raised up high the sword in his hand and prepared to slash at the two men who were in front of him. Until the sound is loud enough, it grinds its name from downstairs.

“Khira...! The khira! Where are you, Young Man.” Shouted someone from the lower floor of the hall. Breaking up Khira's anger and resuscitating her.

For a while, he stops and listens to the call.This is a golden opportunity for Michel to kill the man, he immediately darted and pierced right into Khira's stomach and spewed blood from inside his mouth. Surprised, glanced at the blond man who was smiling widely right in front of him.

Grimacing in pain, Khira held the piercing sword right in her stomach in a state full of blood flowing out. Suddenly, something was thrown out of the window and caught the attention of them all.

Banar alone, a scythe floated up and broke the glass in the room, darting almost slashing at Prince Michel from behind. He dodged and pulled his sword back. The princess who was beginning to come to her senses, faintly saw a nightmare right in front of her.

“Master Khira!” the girl shouted, dragging her limp body closer to Khira who was already lying unconscious.

“Nona, he is the devil,” said prince Michel in a condescending tone.

“The devil... is you, Liberth! You tortured me and forced me to do the bad thing you wanted! As for him, what did he do to me?! He saved my life from death when you were just screaming indistinctly. The devil is you, Michel!” the girl was angry, angry.

He propped the head of the man who was already unconscious on top of his lap by continuously shedding tears. Staring intently at the blond man standing right in front of him with a look full of hatred.

Forcing himself, Prince Hendrik got up and dragged his body to approach the two men in front of Michel. Standing right in front of the princess and Khira with her hands. For the first time, a faint smile was scratched on her lips by looking at the blond man who was in front of her.

“You hear? you and I have been rejected, right? Now what else do you want to do, just do it. But I'll keep protecting them,”

“Tell me, you die just-krhh.” Prince Michel raised his sword high until his sentence was cut off along with a scythe that suddenly stuck right in the belly of the blond man.

“Khira! I looked for you everywhere, Daniel came and was about to attack. We have to leave soon!” knock someone in front of the entrance, with irregular breathing.

The two people turned their heads to the source of the voice and found a man who was no stranger to the two of them, smiling faintly and walking slowly closer to the three of them.

“Mr... Arlo?” said the princess with a surprised face.

“Nona, we meet again. Sorry, I was late,” Arlo pulled back his scythe, leaving a man who was dripping unconscious with blood that kept flowing out of his stomach.

“Sorry, actually the three of you are being sought by the king. But this looks bad. You two just go to the king and don't go right through the castle. Let them both take care of me, bye! quick and do not argue,” continued Arlo staring at the princess and prince Hendric who was confused, with a thin smile approaching Prince Michel.

“But-“

“Please understand the situation Miss Bella, I beg you believe me.” The last sounding sentence in the room.

Trudgingly the two men walked away to where Arlo had said they were and left alone. Arlo smiled broadly at the black sword with a dark aura enveloping it, lying beside Khira lying down.

“You're fast too,

Then... As usual, a human who died was pitiful like this. It is a picture of his sinful life. Sorry, because it looks like you're a good collection. Prince Michel, Ahaha.