Vhelian covered both of his ears with his trembling hands.
He didn't know what was happening to himself. He only knew that strange memories were flooding his head.
The young man could only mutter the word 'fire' over and over.
Boros looked at Vhelian with bewilderment. He didn't know what to do about the young man's change. The two soldiers he was acquainted with hurriedly approached them.
"Boros! What's going on with him?!" One of the soldiers asked, casting a glance at Vhelian who was out of his mind.
"What do we do with him? Should we call the Duke?!"
Rather than thinking by themselves, Boros was quick to decide what he had to do. He turned towards the direction of the vanguard, searching for the Duke with his unfocused gaze.
'The Duke? Where is Duke Gertrude? I know his Lordship is somewhere on the frontlines. I saw him with the Commanders. I have to find him and tell him what's happening to Vhelian.'
