A Knight to Remember (ep. 2)

With that girl dead, i lost one more motivation to keep living. She's my only hope of ever being a good man again. She's actually the only reason i went patroling to Numbra eachday. I'm just too afraid to acknowledge that and too scared to say to her that she reminded me of my late daughter. And for this little girl to be dead, ***** and being carved a writing in her chest. A writing that resembles a memento that was the marker of someone i knew. That was the real tragedy. She was being used as a message, for me. A message that a war is coming to my city whether i like it or not. And i swear to whoever did this, that they wont get a war. They're gonna get a bloody massacre. I won't stop until the one who kills her is chopped to pieces and being fed to my neighbour's dogs. Soon i'll kill you all. Just you wait my old friend.

...----------•03.00 AM•----------...

My 3rd bottle of alcohol is almost empty. Even my rage couldnt stop my heart from aching and my eyes from tearing. I wept and wept and wept like a child. I just can't seem to forget that little girl's face. I just kept remembering her sweet tenderness and warm greetings everyday. Yet after all this time, i never asked her name. That was perhaps the stupidest thing i've ever done in my entire life. No, IT IS the stupidest thing i've ever did. My greatest remorse. All this sadness and sorrow, all my running thoughts and anger, all of this just drains my energy to the brink. I dropped the alcohol on the bed. I lie there, powerlessly as i fell asleep.

Then, i had a dream.

In my dream i saw this war. Thousands of men fighting on the battlefield. It was on open green fields. The men uses longswords and samurais. Two opposing sides. the samurais and the knights. As the war goes on, the green fields slowly turns red. So much blood, so much death. From thousands, now remain hundreds. A second passed, and now the hundreds become two. Two men left on the battlefield from two opposing sides. The one on the left, standing with a samurai drawn on the side, ready to slash. And the man on the right, he looks like a knight from england. He raises His longsword and He ran towards the samurai.

BARF BARF BARF!

My neighbour's dog bark so loudly that it woke me up. And that is when i saw that my window is wide open.

Someone is in the room with me.

I lie still, very still, on the bed. Hoping that whoever broke inside my room, still thinks that i'm asleep. I try to clinch open my eyes, opening just a little bit to see my surroundings. But it is damn near impossible. It was too dark since turned off the light and my alley's lamppost is busted. The only light source is from the moonlight outside my now opened window. I try to focus on my hearing, trying to hear any creaks or little sounds. Yet it is super quiet. Even my neighbour's dog have stopped barking.

I reached my alcohol bottle with my right hand, while i heard a little creak on my right side of the bed.

CRANK!!! SWOOSH!

A sound of shards broken into pieces and a sound of sword slash. Then came a sound of loud thump.

Someone dropped to the floor.

It was me.

I threw my alcohol bottle and slash my assailant with my sword that are located on the right side of my bed. I did all this in under two seconds.

I got up and walk towards the assailant, who's now lying on the floor, bleeding.

"Who Sent You?!" i asked.

"Long Live Nagaki!" he replied.

i'm shocked for a bit by hearing that name. Quickly i grab my sword and said

"Long Live the King!"

SLASH!