Bartlett had a strange dream.
In the dream, he was wearing sky-blue armor, sitting on a tattered wooden bed, holding the intact sword—Iron Bride—in his hands. In the corner of his vision, the fireplace's flames danced softly, and shapes moved back and forth by its side.
Along with the shapes came a girl's incessant complaints. The girl's voice was near and far, high and low, ethereal and elusive, making it almost impossible to discern.
Bartlett wanted to turn his head and look at the girl, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make his body budge. He couldn't control himself, and his gaze remained fixed on the sword in his hands.
The weight and feel of the sword made Bartlett feel nostalgic, as if it were connected to his own blood. The scene before him was also somewhat familiar, but when and where did it happen? Bartlett tried hard to remember but found that he couldn't recall any relevant memories.
