Grandfather.
The endearment....
Apart from herself, there was only one who could freely address the Old master Kratos as grandfather.
"Axel…" she mumbled out, the name escaping her lips softly, as if it had a life of its own. It was a name that she could never forget in both her entire lives.
"Hm?" Perhaps her voice was quite audible that her fiancé hummed in response. Ayana slowly tilted her head, feeling her a thump against her chest from her heart. She looked up to see to the teenage boy standing by her side.
"What's wrong, Ayana?" He met her gaze with familiar dark and cold eyes.
Eyes that stirred up her last memories before her death and return.
'....Axel.' She blankly stared at the teenage boy with a similar resemblance to the ex-fiancé in her past life. Only that he was younger, with a youthful face and charm.
