Edna started to cry. Not because of the impact of the throwing stones, but because she realized how weak and fragile a human being was, exactly as described by her master.
"Sir… help me…" muttered Edna in a trembling voice.
Even though she knew that help would never come, she still called her master's name softly.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew violently. The violent wind then stopped for a moment as a large shadow shielded Edna from the scorching sun.
Seeing it, Edna mustered up the courage to look up.
A pair of gleaming golden irises were seen. They looked breathtakingly beautiful, while his red hair fluttered like blazing flames.
"It's been more than four days. You didn't keep your promise."
Edna's lips trembled. She didn't know if this was a hallucination projected from her unconsciousness because she was about to die soon or a reality. She couldn't tell the difference.
"S... sir."
