"Laria, the land amidst the tundra…" Turning back time for the castle itself, Haruki ventured in through the front gates trying to relive the cherished moment from his past. With a single step in, he stopped to look at the stairs that led to his room as well as the door with the frost dragon seal. "To think I'll grow attached to this place, how unfortunate."
His life before the revival was no better than the one he'd been given by Asmodia, yet the companions he'd made throughout had made it a lot more tolerable. And this time before death, perhaps he'll leave behind a legacy, a legacy in the form of his benevolent daughter.
'I should head up fir-' A sudden fit of coughs broke his chain of thoughts. Coughing into his hands for a while, he pulled it away to the sight of blood painted all over his palm. 'Seems like I have even less time than I thought.'
