Panting, I opened my eyes, and my vision was blurry.
I fumbled around, grasping the ground, then gripped the sword hilt. With a groan like “keuh,” I tried to lift my body, and my muscles screamed in protest.
Right after staggering to my feet.
At the edge of my clearing vision, it seemed like reddish-brown hair flickered. But the woman never fully revealed herself, only letting her hair flutter like a tail as she vanished.
Overflowing memories flooded in.
A scream, or perhaps a moan.
I wanted to let out something, anything, but no sound emerged from my parted lips. Heuh, heuh, the rougher my breathing became, the redder my vision turned.
Who am I?
The memories of the man from the future filled every blood vessel in my brain, causing confusion. In front of my eyes, my enemy.
There should be a woman with reddish-brown hair.
“You’re harboring presumptuous desires.”
With that eerily calm voice, my wavering vision was forcibly fixed.
Thud, thud.
The sound of the man with golden eyes taking steps formed a steady rhythm. The gaze looking down at me was, as always, steeped in fatigue, but the killing intent was unmistakable.
He looked at my groaning form and left a dry mockery.
“Are you planning to…