The Author's POV

"Ghua!"

Aaron's eyes shot wide open. Clenching onto his heart, Aaron started hyperventilating. He kept breathing, but with each breath he took, he felt this overwhelming sense of death wash over him.

"Haa...haaa..."

Only after taking a couple more breaths did Aaron finally calm down a little.

'What happened to me?'

He looked beneath him, his bedsheets were soaked in his own sweat. Touching his forehead, Aaron wiped his forehead which was dripping with sweat.

Faint memories started to surface inside of his mind as his face paled considerably.

"Ukh..."

Clenching onto his head and letting out a groan, Arron lifted his head and looked around him.

Wooden floor, white walls, and a white ceiling. He was in his own residence.

"Haa...haaa..."

His hyperventilation did not stop as he bit his lips till his lips bled. his body shook all over. Hugging his body, he repeatedly muttered.

"Spar..e..me...spare...me."

He could feel this vivid sense of pain course through his whole body. He just wanted it to stop.

'What is this smell?'

Sniffing around, Aaron suddenly smelled a strong and pungent smell, reminiscent of that of alcohol. Lowering his head, he pulled his shirt and smelled it.

"It's coming from me."

He mumbled underneath his breath. When he realized this, he pulled himself off his bed and moved straight to the mirror.

He stumbled a couple of times, but it wasn't long before he stood face to face with the mirror.

"...I'm still okay?"

Aaron muttered, touching his face and body all over. Though faint, images of different scenarios propped up inside of his mind. Recalling them his body trembled all over.

The pain.

It felt so vivid. As though he had truly experienced it.

Even now, he couldn't quite get rid of the sense he had experienced.

"It was just a dream, just a dream...I must've drank too much...he's dead for sure."

Aaron repeatedly muttered as he stared at himself in the mirror. It had to be that.

The smell of alcohol in the room and the fact that he was still alright were testaments to that. Also, the fact that the person responsible for torturing him was someone who was supposed to be dead, Aaron realized that there were simply too many holes in his dreams to make it seem that what had happened had truly happened.

He laughed.

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"Hahah, it must've been a bad dream."

His laugh was forced, but he was merely trying his best to remain composed.

Although he had no idea about what happened at the party, he was planning on checking later to make sure it really was a dream.

"Fuuuu..."

But just as Aaron had calmed down, and he had managed to convince himself that everything that had happened last night was merely a dream that came as a result of him getting too drunk, from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a small letter by the side of his desk.

"What's this?"

An ominous feeling washed over him as he laid eyes on the letter.

"Huuuu..."

Taking another deep breath to calm his nerves down, Aaron slowly walked toward the letter. Extending his hand which was trembling, he slowly unfurled the letter.

"...Whew."

of relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized that

his bed, he let out another deep

to

paranoid about everything. Just the

"Ukh!"

of Aaron's head prompting him to flinch slightly. Fortunately, the

area that hurt,

does the side of my head

***

Thump—!

the ground, I took a white towel from the side and wiped the sweat

about everything

the incident. The one where I tortured

probably thinking something along the lines of,

what I

my own self-satisfaction. I had other plans

we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem that he really had been drunk,

"You're early."

a private training room, near my residence. This was a small perk I got thanks

about 100 meters away, Amanda's voice rang out. Looking at her,

used to

and it was at my disposal, I told the others that they could use it

Well, everyone expect Melissa who did not want to

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells

to the mass-changing properties of my sword, I had to

not for this, even if I used the Keiki style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

anything lower

her

on her mouth as

see, should we

"Yeah."

up. It was probably the fourth time

was the routine she was used to ever since taking

very early since her days were usually very busy with guild-related

habit I

way, this was good

a lot more efficient than just training alone. Plus, there were a lot of things

Nola

her bow and aiming it at me, Amanda's soft voice

"Are you ready?"

a deep breath, extending both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons inside

me

my agility. Not

a big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of her

Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand again and pulled the string again

after she shot her first arrow, two more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction.

at them from the distance, my face

going to

wasn't

agility, this

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the

onto the ground, I took a

Xiu!

of my cheek. Following that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving my hands

I dropped them to the ground and did the same thing for

to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body

I was feeling. I could vividly feel

across my eyes as I continued to

before I started to get used to the rhythm and I started to feel at