Holy had been visited by this nightmare countless times before.
It was a calm day, when nothing seemed likely to happen.
The sounds of gunfire and screams—sounds that normally shouldn’t have existed—echoed throughout the estate. Contrasting with the cheerful sunlight streaming in, a carpet of blood stretched out before her eyes. One after another, the men rushing in turned to corpses on the floor.
The stench of blood and gunpowder was so bad that you’d think the mansion was the center of a battlefield. Amid the chaos, the girl could do nothing but stand there in shock, her entire body stained red as she watched it happen.
The men assigned as her bodyguards had sacrificed their lives to save her, their bodies piled over her. Thanks to their wall of flesh, she was still alive.
But even as she lay submerged in a sea of blood, all she could do was tremble uncontrollably. In front of her crimson eyes stood the Informationist who was behind it all.
That creature could no longer be called human. Even now, the Informationist screamed as if deranged, continuing to slaughter the reinforcements rushing to help. His wavering, pale blue eyes were once proof of justice, of the knight’s vow to protect the girl.
But that was all in the past. Everything had betrayed her, twisting her reason for existence.
The girl reached out for some fingers that had fallen into a pool of blood. There, she found a silver ring her knight had worn as a symbol of their knighthood.
The ring was wet with blood. She clutched it and let out a sob.
“Why would you, my knight, betray me?”
She closed her tear-filled eyes and covered her face with her hands.
She could no longer bear to face such a horrific reality. She shut her eyes and mouth and covered her ears, closing herself off from everything. It was the only way she could cling to sanity as she waited desperately for the storm to pass.
“Someone…someone save me. Please.”
The girl’s prayers reached no one. Yet there was nothing she could do but continue praying. Saving her from the hell of malicious intent and schemes engulfing the world would definitely not be an easy task.
If there was someone capable of doing so, that person would probably be even more sinister than the devil who had created this nightmare. She had no way of knowing whether such an individual could even be called human.
As Holy began to sense herself slowly awakening from the dream, she heard someone’s voice. The voice pulled her out of the depths of her nightmare. She followed its guidance and gradually returned to the world of reality.