The Undead Knight's

First Death

There was no wind in the body but I felt like I was falling into a limitless dark abyss.

"Che. .haha. . ahahaha."

Again, the laughter sounded again, very haughty and condescending. Every second the laughter drew closer. Not only the sound, this familiar smell is somehow something I miss a lot.

My body began to heat up, my breathing grew faster and congested, making my lungs pump air stronger than usual. My fingers slowly fell down my cheek. Feels wet and warm.

"Ahh. . I remember."

That nightmare, Charlotte that I can't save. Remembering it makes me want to hide forever in this place.

"Gillian. . ."

The sound of a girl from far away.

"I won't get out of here, no matter how many times you call me."

Only tragedy awaits along my path. I don't want to see that hurtful smile anymore.

"All my fault, mom and Charlotte ended up like that."

"Mayenne. . . Gillian!."

"Let me alone! I don't want to see that hell again, leave me alone!"

At least if I stay here forever, no one else will get hurt. Liliana would also not see this pitiful figure.

After thinking about her sister, Gillian recalled a cursory conversation a few days ago with her sister on an urban street.

While pointing at one of the flowers at the plant shop, Liliana said cheerfully.

"Sister, next week I want to give the flower to mom."

"Lily flower, hmm. . 'cause it's the flower that mom likes the most, so I gave you that name."

"really? Ehehehe, so next week promise well my brother to buy the flowers. I hope the flowers mom likes make her happy there."

"Yes, I promise."

While staring at the back of his little running sister in front of him pleasure.

No matter how much Gillian blames herself for her predestination, only a promise with her sister gives her the strength to stand up. How many times has the voice of his sister saved him from grief.

"Promise, Liliana. . . ."

With his wrist he swept his wet cheek. His fist strengthened along with his decision.

"Goddess Artemis if you see your servant help this servant get out of here, even if only tragedy awaits me, let me keep that promise. Promise with Liliana and last promise with my mother."

Slowly the black fog around Gillian quietly weakened, then faded.

"Gillian, wake up to Gillian!"

Sylph's voice not far from him sounded desperate.

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"Words clashing?"

Although his view is still blurry, Gillian clearly saw 2 human movement figures not far ahead of him were fighting each other.

"Prince Rainhart? why is he fighting with his own army?"

The egg yolk hair he immediately recognized easily.

Full of questions, Gillian turned towards the figure of the other man, after attacking each other they both kept their distance as if judging each other. his vision is now back to normal but his other senses are still not working properly. He saw the man's sword full of blood.

"Mahaha."

"Laughter that haughty again. . . that guy really is !!"

Once again Gillian noticed Rainhart fighting with her.

"There was no scar on Rainhart's body, not even a splash of blood on her protector or her sword."

"Vice Commander! stop this nonsense! Let me finish him!"

There was the sound of angry cries not far behind Rainhart.

"Is that how little your loyalty is to Isabella Alexander's boss and royal family?"

Rainhart without looking back said so. It sounds cold, but full of emotion. His sword grip strengthened, his gaze remained focused in front of him.

Gillian's attention was piqued by the voice of the glasses girl, she was confused to look at the woman's eyes not for a second as if she had murderous intentions towards him. In the lap of the girl was seen a small cat-eared girl injured unconscious.

The longer the laughter he heard from earlier now sounded clear. Gillian's body heated up, the smell she thought was comfortable, turning like rusty iron. Her cheeks were wet, leaving a lingering cold. As if something was on his back made his body unable to move from the trunk of the maple tree where he was leaning.

He spreads his view around him. Not only was the girl all the knight's gaze was on her. Even though only from Gillian's gaze was aware of all the knights around him were ready to standby, waiting for the orders of his superiors. Sylph who was anxious from earlier looked stiff in fear.

"Enough Vice Commander, there is nothing more to go on, no regrets in my actions. You all put down your swords."

The man in front of Rainhart, gave his orders firmly to the other knights behind him.

"If only I were more sensitive, it didn't have to be like this, why would it end up like this Chief Paladin."

Rainhart closed her eyes, she had to bite her own teeth, her tears finally falling back towards Gillian.

Gillian realized that the haughty laughter she had heard all this time came from her mouth.

His gaze that was thought to be blurred, turned out to be from a puff of black smoke covering the surroundings.

He could finally see the hilt of the sword engraved with the head of a lion stuck in his body, no pain felt, his body heated up even though the blade of the sword was cold.

"Am I gonna end up here? I still don't understand what's happening to me. Is this the punishment of my sins? Or is this the continuation of my nightmare?"

Various kinds of questions arise in Gillian's mind. 1 thing is certain, he regretted having to end like that without keeping his promise.