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."

he realized that it was just a long

down on his bed, he let out another deep

to stop

since waking up, he felt paranoid about everything. Just

"Ukh!"

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

that

does the side

***

Thump—!

white towel from the side and wiped the sweat from my

about everything

the

moment, Aaron was probably thinking something along the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a dream.' or some bullshit

exactly what I wanted him

was merely something for my own self-satisfaction. I

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

"You're early."

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

100 meters away, Amanda's voice

used to

the training room was massive, and it was at my disposal, I told the others that

Well, everyone expect Melissa who did not want to have anything to do

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells are pretty

my sword, I

Keiki style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with my movements, my sword would

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would not

her hand,

her training gear, Amanda had a small hairband on her mouth as she gathered her hair behind her in a ponytail, revealing her

see, should we

"Yeah."

I met up. It was probably the fourth time by

this was the routine she was used to ever since taking over the guild in her father's

her days

a habit I developed when training in the

this was good for

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

Nola

her bow and aiming it at me, Amanda's

"Are you ready?"

hands forward, I channeled the wind

now, Amanda was helping me train my reflexes

that I noticed was that one of my lacking aspects was my agility. Not

a big

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string

bow. Following the first shot,

first arrow, two more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It wasn't long before a

from the distance, my

going to be

handicaps on myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to use any

goal was training my agility, this was the most appropriate

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the air like missiles, the arrows

my foot onto the ground, I took a

Xiu!

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

them to the ground and did the same thing for the next

sweat started to accumulate on my forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and

thing I was feeling. I could vividly feel myself getting better and

my eyes as

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