A few hours earlier at Hammilton castle…
"Are you sure you're all right?" X asked the paled-face Fye.
"Hmm. I'm fine. Should I come with you to America?"
"You said you weren't safe here. Now you are a fugitive from the police. You're safer with me."
"I know. But somehow, I feel that something more dangerous is waiting for me there."
X sighed and sat down next to her. His memories of the past hadn't returned yet, but at least he was starting to see the image of a red-haired girl more often. Her face wasn't clear, and he didn't care at first. But the more he thought about her, the more his heartfelt tight.
That's why he decided to go to America. Who knows, his memory will return once he meets the girl.
Chleora Regnz.
It was Fye who told him the girl's name in his memory. He had hesitated to go to America for the past four years because he felt she was no longer important.
