Yes, who else in this world would make him feel fearful! It is precisely because I cherish it too much, but I am afraid of losing.

Fear came from his most precious memory, nervousness and uneasiness because he had vaguely sensed who was watching him, and the eyes that looked at him secretly were the deepest scars in his memory.

And what appeared to him now was the most precious thing in the world, something even more important to him than the Abyssal Judgment and the Book of Demon Kings that brought him infinite power.

Under this starry sky, on this land, there will be no girl more lovely than her and more worthy of his protection. For him, this is his eternal dream, a figure that he can't forget even if he seals his memory.

The soft pink hair, the innocent and cute eyes like small animals, and the faint fragrance of the petite body were all the most beautiful and precious treasures in his memory.

She stood on a blood-colored mirror, staring at him with hazy and innocent eyes, and the white clothes on her body were as simple and plain as before.

The white dress was a gift from Yuffie's mother to her eleven-year-old and was her favorite outfit. The clothes were scented with a light scent of herbs, a smell peculiar to the sickly Yuria.

As if the forgotten dreams of the past reappeared, his sister reappeared in front of him, in the same way as before.

"Ah......" Seeing Ulysses, she seemed to be trying hard to get out of the blood-colored mirror under her feet, and then the fog around her seemed to restrict her movements, making it impossible for her to leave the mirror a meter away.

Like a cursed fate, a time that has been stalled, from where she can't get out.

Without hesitation, Ulysses summoned the strongest sword in the world, the Demon King's Blade, which could cut off fate and rules together.

The golden eyes flashed, and the red-black sword light completely cut through the red mist around her and the mirrors on the ground that restrained Yuria's power, allowing her to gain freedom.

"Come to me. As in the past, Ulysses extended his right hand to his sister and summoned her to his side.

"Aha!" Yulia looked very happy, and immediately walked out with the corner of her skirt in her hand. However, it seems that because I was pushing too hard, I lost my balance all of a sudden.

Of course, it was impossible for Ulysses to watch Yulia fall like this, and the shrinkage in the Infinity ** realm flashed in an instant, hugging her whole body before her body reached the ground.

The body that is so soft that it seems to be damaged with a little force, the physique that is unable to make drastic movements because of its weakness, and the body of the girl who is embraced by Ulysses is as fragile as he remembers, and it is endearing.

Looking at the girl who was looking at him with cute eyes in his arms, Ulysses stopped thinking.

It was the tension of stopping breathing, it was the heartache that froze like a heart, it was the endless sadness that swept through his body.

"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you. Ulysses hugged Yuria's body and whispered in her ear.

"Haha!" Yulia let out a light and happy laugh, although her face was still so pale, but when she was embraced by Ulysses, her eyes were obviously more lively, and there was a trace of blood on her snow-white skin.

Ulysses once had a dream, a simple and happy dream called "Usses", as Ulysses he had no troubles, was loved by everyone, had a doting mother and a kind and friendly teacher, and new friends.

It might be nice to have such a dream to continue, this is his idea at that time, he was sleeping deep in the sea of memories and closed himself off.

All that Jusis got was everything he could only dream of. If everything is so simple, everything is so simple, then it doesn't matter if he sleeps forever with too much weight on his back.

May the other self be happy, no more sorrow, for the exhausted him, the outside world is too tired and tired, so that he wants to sleep well in that darkness.

Until that moment, that night, he saw his past, the past that he had so desperately forgotten that he felt fearful.

At this moment, he was also surrounded by such fear, so that his body couldn't help but tremble. It wasn't because his life was threatened, but because of the unbearable pain in his heart.

"Brother. Yuria, born from the blood-colored mirror, looked at Ulysses, who was enduring the pain, with tender eyes, and held out her hand to him.

These hands are as weak and delicate as they used to be. Such a weak girl should have lived a happier life and obtained the happiness that belonged to her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Ulysses finally couldn't bear the sadness in his heart anymore, and hugged Yulia harder than anyone else, hugging the body of his sister, who had suffered too many tragedies.

This body has endured a heavy fate that does not match her. In that distant past, when he was still naïve and ignorant, she must have suffered a lot, and when he didn't know, she was faced with many, many choices.

He didn't know, he really didn't, and until the end, he didn't really understand Yuria's thoughts.

It's just that, seeing her again, hugging this familiar petite body again, Ulysses wanted to cry.

"Brother. Yuria's body shrank in fear, for Ulysses was holding her so hard that it felt like it was going to break.

"Just let me hug you like this, just hug you, Yuria. Ulysses closed his eyes, forgetting everything about the world around him, not looking at the red mist that had not yet dissipated, and the mirror that glowed with a strange light.

At this moment, at this moment, he wished that there were only two people in this world, him and Yulia.

In his arms was his sister, whom he had tried so hard to protect but could not protect, and this weak body and warm fragrance were all treasures in the deepest part of his memory.

If this is a curse, then he may it curse him every night. If it was a dream, he would be willing to indulge in it.

At this moment, it doesn't matter if this world is real or not, he just wants to be with his sister again, listen to her voice, and feel her temperature.

The time of the world, how nice it would be if it could stay in this moment.

(To be continued)