"This is ......" Corment was in a trance as he looked at himself in the mirror hanging in the bathroom. He unscrewed the faucet vigorously, caught the cold water with the palm of his hand, and slapped it on his face.

The wet blonde hair sticks to the face, and the water droplets slowly fall into the pool. With his hands propped up on the edge of the pool, Komette raised his head slightly, and through the gap in his blonde hair, he could faintly see his own eyes.

The black blindfold had been removed, and the eye, which had been hidden in the dark for many years, was exposed to the light. Eight years ago, after witnessing the bloody and brutal scene in the steam hall, a sharp metal thorn pierced the pupil of his left eye, causing it to never see the light again.

However, at this moment, it was clearly open, and he leaned effortfully towards the mirror, where the dark red pupils were clearly reflected in the mirror. In the center of the pupil, there was a dark black cross, and the strange cross looked like a wound, as if it was about to drip blood.

"This Eye...... "Ever since the fall of the Bytin Kingdom eight years ago, Komet had been wearing the black blindfold, which covered his blind left eye and made him known as the "One-Eyed Dragon."

The blindfold, which Coment had not lifted in eight years, had become a demon in his heart with the slightest pain in his left eye. As he held the jewel-encrusted knight's sword, when he put on the steam mech, the painful, dark left eye kept forcing him to remember the painful past.

At the end of the semester, after his confrontation with Eugene separated, a broken copper bar from the mecha mask ripped off the cursed black eyepatch, allowing the cursed eye to reappear.

Even Kommet himself didn't expect that eye to be visible.

In his dark red gaze, he saw a black cross, which was very different from the cross inlaid at the top of the church bell tower, it was upside down. It is different from the upright white cross, this inverted black reverse cross is full of weird, terrifying, evil aura.

Eugene's provocative words really angered him, and Coment, who was on his knees, still raised his head and stared at the young man driving the mecha on the other side with fiery eyes. At that time, he only had one sentence in his heart:

Defeat him, beat him like a knight.

Even Cordant himself didn't expect that the reborn left eye would actually bloom with a dark red light that enveloped Eugene. For a moment, everything seemed to stand still, and Eugene stopped tearing at the straight sword in his hand, and instead showed a shocked expression.

Then another scene shocked Koment, Eugene actually abandoned the weapon in his hand, and fell to the ground in pain, the steam mecha became a burden on him in an instant, and he screamed in pain, like being locked in an iron cage of death.

Cordant did see it, and he saw in the black reverse cross everything that Eugene feared. I saw the sea of blue cornflowers, I saw Lean Farrad, who was called my brother, I saw the cliffs, I saw the broken and twisted flesh, I saw the nightmare.

Eugene's nightmare.

"My eyes...... Reminds him of the fear in his heart? Cordant said in a daze, as he continued to stare at himself in the mirror, when he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and he seemed to be about to start dreaming, dreaming of the nightmare that belonged to him......

"Bang! Bang! Bang! The knock pulled him back from the edge of his dream, and he jerked it clear and swiftly put the black blindfold back on, straightened his collar, opened the door, leaned against the frame, and looked at the girl in front of him.

"Young master, are you okay, why haven't you come out for so long." Millie was wearing a dark black slim maid dress with white cut-out lace, and said with a worried face, "Your face doesn't look good." ”

"Millie, do you believe in witchcraft?" Komette didn't look at her, his head hung down, shredded blonde hair falling and obscuring his eyes.

"Witchcraft? Although the Kingdom of Baiting is known as the 'Land of Steam and Witchcraft', I haven't really seen witchcraft with my own eyes, so I ......" Millie shook her head, "Young Master, why did you suddenly ask this question, did it happen......"

Suddenly, Millie felt an indescribable force rush towards her, as if the air around her had become viscous, and her lungs seemed to be filled with gel, unable to take even the simplest breath.

She looked at Koment, who was leaning on the door frame, the young master she had served since childhood, as if he had changed at this moment. The sense of security and tenderness that had always been felt was gone, and only the horror and palpitating coldness remained.

Corgate reached out and removed the blindfold, revealing his left eye, which was hanging upside down with a black cross, and his eyes were glowing with a dark red light, staring into Millie's eyes for a long time.

Then his thoughts sank, and everything in front of him began to change subtly. He first saw a long corridor, which was pitch black, and the precious oil paintings hanging on both sides were hidden in the darkness, and everything was as quiet as a tomb.

A girl ran over, looking to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a slim maid dress in dark black with white cut-out lace, and she was not comfortable running. Her black hair was scattered, and she trembled with horror in the air of despair.

She stumbled and ran, and suddenly a fire flashed at the end of the corridor behind her, like a serpent's letter, licking everything in the hallway. The woolen carpet was charred and emitted a disgusting smell that made the girl weep bitterly, and the fire slowly enveloped her behind her with an air of despair, like a demon approaching.

"Nope! No! Don't come here! The girl screamed and fell to the ground, her wrist dripping blood, and the blood spilled all over the ground, like scarlet stars, shining eerily in the light of the fire.

Her hand accidentally opened, and something clutched in her palm rolled out, a fragment of a gold and jade bracelet. The wound on her wrist had been cut by that thing, but she still wanted to hold the shards firmly, and the broken place was originally carved with a beautiful cornflower......

"Nope! Don't make me remember! No! Please! Please......" Millie sat on her knees with tears in her eyes, her head in her hands, her face as pale as paper, and the tear stains on her face were as dazzling as scars, making people feel sorry for her from the bottom of their hearts.

"Millie, Millie!" Komet squatted in front of her and hugged her, "It's okay, it's going to be fine, it's just a dream......"