Regulus lay on his back, listening to the silence. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It was pitch black in his vision, and he opened his eyes hard, but the darkness remained. He realized that he was completely alone at the moment, and he couldn't feel any breath of life around him, no, he couldn't feel anything, and everything around him was nothing but nothingness. He wasn't sure if he was here anymore.

He slowly stood up, trying to find his bearings, but no matter which direction he looked, all he saw was endless darkness. At this time, he began to notice that everything around him was not so dark that he could not be seen, but that it was black in the first place, because he could clearly see his hands, feet, and body when he lowered his head.

After many inferences about his existence, Regulus still did not come up with the answer he wanted, and an idea popped into his head.

"Is it a dream?"

No sooner had the thought taken shape than a voice responded.

"Why do you think it's a dream now, and don't doubt the 'reality' before?" The voice was the voice of the mysterious woman that sounded in his head before, but it was not in his head at the moment, but seemed to come from the unfathomable darkness in the distance.

"What?!Who the hell are you?, can you show up?" Regulus looked around in a panic, trying to find the source of the voice, but it seemed to come from any direction, everywhere.

"Have you ever wondered how you survived the monsters if what had happened before was not a dream? A mysterious young man from a remote town, who had never fought but was far better than any warrior, and the village where the young man grew up had never been in contact with anyone outside the town, and the young man did not know who his parents were, but he had a sister who was five years younger than him...... How can we explain these if they are not dreams?" the voice threw out a series of questions that had been bothering Regulus lately, questions which he certainly could not answer.

Suddenly, Regulus felt a chill behind him, and he jerked his head, and the next second he found himself lying on a wooden bed, sweat soaking through his clothes, and he had forgotten what he had seen when he looked back.

Regulus lay motionless on the bed for a few moments before he sat up slowly, still dark all around, but fortunately he felt the flint and lit the oil lamp, otherwise he would have thought that he was still asleep and had not woken up.

Is it really just a dream?

Regulus slapped himself in the face, the pain reassuring him that it wasn't a dream. But...... Wait, what if, as the woman said, everything was a dream? What if all the pain I felt now was what this dream made me?...... Damn, I can't think about it anymore!!) Regulus shook his head, looking at his comrades around him who were still asleep, but he couldn't sleep anymore.

He put on his light armor and looked at his iron sword leaning against the foot of the bed for a moment, as if he was afraid that the thing would suddenly shine again, but the iron sword showed no signs of abnormality, and once again "disguised" itself as an ordinary sword.

"You abrasive little thing. Regulus sighed, picked it up anyway, and extinguished the lamp and walked out of the cabin.

It was still dawn outside the cabin, and there were still a few hours before the soldiers' morning exercises. After the previous battle with the demons, Sam, who had finally returned to the boat from the water, immediately saluted when he saw Regulus come out, "Sir!" - the fact that Regulus was made captain was already well known, but Regulus himself was still stunned when he heard the awkward title of "sir".

"Captain...... It's just to keep a close eye on me, right?" Regulus shook his head and straightened the light armor he had just put on, "That commander named Marshall seems to know something about my situation, but he didn't open his mouth to explain it to me, so it seems that he still has to find out the truth himself?"

"Let's go for the answer......" The phrase came out of Regulus's head again, and he shuddered at the memory of the cold voice, "Who is she?

Ever since Regulus was appointed captain, his former comrades had distanced themselves from him, and leading the recruits in the morning was nothing more than Chief Marshall's pastime—at least that's what Regulus thought.

Since Regulus claimed that his strength was an automatic reaction in a crisis and could not be guided personally, in order to be able to squeeze out the hidden power of Regulus as much as possible, and for the warriors to learn and use it, Marshall of the Order thought of a method that would simply collapse him in Regulus's opinion - to besiege Regulus at the same time, so that he was always in a crisis situation, so that he could react automatically, and then let the soldiers who watched learn combat skills from his movements, of course, the weapon was a wooden sword that would not hurt anyone.

Regulus disagreed, but it worked—Regulus expertly dodged each attack, a skill that once again impressed the warriors. Hunn, who was recuperating from his wounds, watched all this but was still apprehensive, having seen Regulus easily split a hard barrel with a blunt sword, fearing that what happened on the barrel would be repeated to the warriors.

Three days passed.

During these three days, Regulus practiced with his warriors over and over again, following the instructions of his commander, but at night he dreamed of the dark space, the cold and familiar voice, and at the end of each dream it was the sudden chill that woke him up. "If only this dream could have lasted a little longer......," thought Regulus, "and knowing what was behind that dream, perhaps I would have the answer I was looking for......"

For the past three days, the convoy has sailed unimpeded, and the enemy has not attacked again, could it be that they were intimidated by the mysterious power of Regulus?

In the past three days, York still hasn't woken up, Marshall has taken over all the power of York before, and being able to grab York's work makes him very energetic, but those tedious document reading and strategic deployment and other work make him miserable.

"What a nuisance!" Marshall grumbled.

On the afternoon of the third day, Marshall gathered all the fighters on deck, saying that he was going to give a lecture.

Regulus clenched his fists and patted his head, trying to put the that had been haunting him for the past few days behind, but when he passed by Carl, Oliver, and the others, their deliberate avoidance of his gaze pulled the unhappiness back again. Maybe they were jealous of his promotion in addition to their fear of his abilities.

"That kid can't be the embodiment of a demon...... "Oliver whispered as Regulus passed by, "Hell knows what his power is to kill those monsters, maybe he's just trying to gain our trust so that he can take advantage of our slack off......"

"Quite possibly!" Karl chimed in, "When I was a child, my grandfather once told me that demons can change their appearance, race, and gender at will, and that they can become indistinguishable from us, and ordinary people can't tell the difference, and with his ignorant attitude, maybe he is hiding his identity!"

The voices of several of them were very small, but they were all clearly heard by Regulus - it seems that in the past few days, not only have their combat skills improved, but also their hearing has also increased greatly? Obviously, when he had just destroyed those demons, the warriors still worshiped themselves as gods, and within a few days, their attitudes changed subversively? Connecting that damn dream with his mysterious background...... "Could it be that I am really a demon change?" It's only when you lose the memories of your past life that you will merge into the human race, and when your memory recovers, will you harm the human race again?"

Marshall didn't listen to what Regulus didn't listen to much of what Marshall said that day, but only heard sporadically what "surviving is more important than dying with the enemy" and "York has left the rest to you" and so on, Marshall used the secret technique of amplifying the sound that York used to call the dragon before, and the sound shook through the sea, but Regulus, who was a mess in his head, sounded so small that he could barely hear it.

"Don't take it too seriously, they're just jealous!"

A voice spoke behind Regulus, who felt a hand tapping him on the shoulder.

It's Sheen.

Regulus looked back and saw his first comrade-in-arms, who was still on his side, which was comforting, but he also noticed the frown on Shein's face as he said this, and the frightened look in his eyes.

It is enough to have someone who believes in themselves, even if it is just a little bit.

That night, Regulus's dreams, which had been haunted by the darkness of the space and the mysterious voices for many days, finally changed slightly, and he finally dreamed of his sister Alyssa, the silly sister he had often dreamed of before he was haunted by nightmares.

Regulus dreams that he is back in the small town of Biledea, and Alyssa complains that he didn't take her out to play, saying that he promised to teach her how to turn back into a demon. Regulus argued, and Karl and Oliver somehow emerged from the side, both of them repeating a word with blank faces - "demon". Alyssa cried out--Regulus's impression of his sister had never been so hysterically angry--she showed Regulus her hand, which was a blood-red Yaquica's claw, "Brother, look, I've only changed back to the way I was!" she stabbed her paw at Regulus, and suddenly she became the aunt at the entrance of the village, and the aunt's head had sharp horns, and her mouth was full of fangs with bright red blood, and she handed over two blood-red meatloaf, and said with a smile: " Come, fresh human meat flatbread, you and Alyssa alone!" Regulus took a few steps back, and suddenly a one-eyed old man who had seen it appeared before, and a ball of light blew the aunt into smoke, and then the surrounding scene changed again. Now Regulus was back in that dark space, and he walked aimlessly, when suddenly a figure appeared in front of him, the figure was blurry and white, but then the chill behind him hit again, and he hinted that he should not look back, not look back, but he could not resist the established course of the dream—and in the moment he turned back, he woke up again, and this time he heard a word behind him-

"You're dead. ”