Draco opened his eyes, muttering, "Another memory fragment." He looked at Lyraea, who was beside him, and saw she was still sleeping.
He was surprised that Rosaria, whom he met in his memories, had the same features as Rose. Additionally, the color of her fox power matched the fur of Rosaria's fox form.
"Xandros, make sure you take care of her in your next life. She has sacrificed a lot for us." This was the message Draco had left for him.
Whenever he thought of the scene where Draco had sacrificed himself for Xandros and the world, he felt a pang of sadness. He chuckled as well. It seemed his name was a blend of the two: "Draco Xandros."
Sadness continued to stem from Draco's heart, a tear silently falling from his eyes. Whenever he thought of the scene, it felt as though a knife had been stabbed into his chest.
