I wander in a hazy dream. Unfamiliar memories rise like mist, and white clouds soar one by one from the earth, forming the landscape.
Senses gradually return. Moonlight and fire, warm warmth, the dry scent of dead earth.
Soon, the crackling sound of the campfire wets my ears. I was blankly, blankly staring at the flickering fire shadows.
‘Flames,’ huh.
What was I doing?
“So, from tomorrow, if we don’t use stronger medicine… Ian?”
“Uh, ah, yeah?”
A voice as soft as delicate silk awakens my mind.
A tent and a few rocks to sit on, and above all, the beauty with reddish-brown hair sitting across from me.
Quickly, memories rewind and replay, fixing the lost senses to reality.
Right, that’s how it was.
I had come to the holy city of Ciendel, which had become a wasteland, on a mission as the Empire’s Raven. To collect information on the Seven Deadly Sins that hadn’t been revealed yet, and to assess the remaining forces of ‘Count Rhodos’ who had been dispatched as reinforcements.